the IS arguments between Prose and Poem

(I: IS, i don’t understand it, Poem?) Prose speaks: But no! I don’t understand why, why you’re so illogical, I really don’t. Happiness? Oh my goodness. I’m getting hotter. I’ll hang forever the phone. Postpone it for years. Our conversation about the aisle is going nowhere. Fears, yes. We will not survive. There, dig it darling. We must still finish our education, why won’t you? My fears. Hope you’ll think of tomorrow. How about our food? Our home? Those things need to be solved first. These will be big losses for you and me. We need a little more than comfort and convenience. The unplanned future are full of insecurities and pains. Let us postpone our love for the next five years. Now, face it. Love, be more practical, Poem. (II: IS, now you understand it, Prose!) Poem speaks: Oh darling dig it the not the it the losses of the big be of will must finish the still full of insecurities I dont going getting practical I wont the phone hangs the me the illogical me the goodness in you in me the happiness will be face nowhere dig it there forever love hotter yes to aisle no to Ill more than five will be solved and we will survive education dont understand conversation for me unplanned hang the tomorrow next now more how your I more why my I no why why fears our years no must no but postpone the fears postpone the years the are of our things in us are IS the are of our needs in us are IS the are of our insecurities in us are IS the are of our fears in us are IS the are of our pains in us are IS the are of our years in us are IS the are of these and those in us are IS the are in our future in us are IS IS our hope IS our home IS our fears IS our pains IS our convenience IS our comfort IS our happiness IS our love IS iandyou IS our first Prose --penpen 2 Sep 2009