nothing, you think it's nothing
just another idiot in the unfortunate wash cycle
gone by, past, over like an annoying parrot
dead in its cage at dawn
crushed by the planes
your instincts may be partly right
to close it down, shut it off
stifle it, kill it forever
just another stupid passer-by
walking down the same road forever
with you never at the end of it
this is my mathematics
my calculus
starting with such factors
always resulting in zero
always so filled with the memory
of the starting
of the world sometimes so full
of empty promise
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