Saturday, May 30, 2020

Or a More Esoteric Structure

You alone have nothing to do,
And unlike me you don’t like it.
I am described in general terms.

You can’t tell from this that I was
A unique individual.
Let your wish grow greater, until

You can stretch your arm to the sky,
Pinch the sunlight and snap it off
Like a simple switch on a wall.

You’re so much more than a number,
A more esoteric structure,
And I’m a minor composer

Of cobbler’s patches for your thoughts.
So now you know. You can darken
The universe. I can watch you.

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