Saturday, December 26, 2020

even now

 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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