The dynamical equivalent of zero
Has nothing further to guess about worthlessness
That's any more than infinitesimally
Closer to the same clean arc we saw earlier.
There was a lawn that did not belong to the sun,
Dandelions that did not belong to the lawn,
Tranquility all wrong. Humans that did not belong.
Fresh spurge flowered in the neglected flower beds.
The first-order derivative moans invasions.
Second-order, botanical hypocrisy.
Third, the original thin divisions of things.
Beyond that, zero grows so close, the rainbows ring.
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