his Math
I accepted then found
Theorems full of holes
Mechanical equating
Screws loose
Junk proofs on an old wood table
One Plus One Equals Yellow
Not legal, ever
In the Real World
You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy
I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless
Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14
Some gravitational pull
Or easterly mysticism
Compelled my travels
I had to go to Planet X today
What promised to be a meditative thing
Instead left me
I, now with mere baubles and defunct space junk
Re-entry burned me
The landing gave me new perspective
The Earth is indeed flat
Love is always light-years away
There’s no cadence to this
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