and time enough
in the universe
for any foolish thing you say
to come to pass eventually.
And there might even be
utility in roughing-up the things
which hurt you the most,
even if, they, technically,
no longer exist.
But those stacks
of beige-brown days leading
back toward adolescence
start to smash together
pretty fast, like the
peanut butter sandwich at
the bottom of your backpack.
the bottom of your backpack.
Imagination, that
desire to create—this, too
tends to halve itself over time,
although less like a sandwich
than an infinite series
approaching its limit.
Making verses
killing time
is a correlation undefined
as dividing
by zero is.
Not zero as in: no longer interesting
or pleasing to the fickle crowd;
Zero as in: no distinctions
of any kind.
Try to keep in mind, we're
talking about infinity here;
it's meaningless to choose
between distinctions
when the truth
the whole time is:
you could be both
spending
and wasting your life.
