Monday, November 10, 2014

6060. I'D HAVE THOUGHT

I'D HAVE THOUGHT
The distance between objects can only grow, as
this universe between us expands. What of it, I
say. Things which throw shadows are haphazard
markers of a weak imagining; and a blind man like
myself can't just walk in darkness and not hit walls.
I thought I knew once where everything was  -  now
it's as if someone, someone, has changed everything.
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Accumulation has always been a mathematical thing:
the cash register at the end of the aisle, accumulating
and counting and making sums that one must pay.
Oh dear, I'm short of pocket again. I'd have 
thought that no one would notice.

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