A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Hypothetical Numbers
Settle your debts
Before they break you
Come to terms with your debtors
In this life before the next
You were like a candle never lit
Left out on an open window
Suffusing the house with cold wind
There’s nothing to see
No place to run for cover
I can peel out of the driveway like a serpent in the grass
It was always about your law
Numbers within numbers and wheels within wheels
Cancel, recreate, procreate
Until the sun turns off and we’re
Adults
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