six minutes to midnight,
another gauntlet encountered,
glove to the ground, trading
inspirations, a duty, no choix,
you swear forbear, but grimace,
smile, thinking a rap duel,
and who’s the greater fool?
look at me, rhymin’ simon,
looking for crutches
and you know,
you do not know
where to go…
so soon,
now six minutes past,
time gives no quarter,
when demanding its
due-do
and the thrombosis begins again
wisdom says put it aside,
stew,
let gravitas work its course,
stand under the tree,
be awaiting for
the odd pearl, the odd gemstone,
to hit the old man’s head
and find the instant theorem
that explains it all
12/19/25
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Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
six minutes to midnight,
another gauntlet encountered,
glove to the ground, trading
inspirations, a duty, no choix,
you swear forbear, but grimace,
smile, thinking a rap duel,
and who’s the greater fool?
look at me, rhymin’ simon,
looking for crutches
and you know,
you do not know
where to go…
so soon,
now six minutes past,
time gives no quarter,
when demanding its
due-do
and the thrombosis begins again
wisdom says put it aside,
stew,
let gravitas work its course,
stand under the tree,
be awaiting for
the odd pearl, the odd gemstone,
to hit the old man’s head
and find the instant theorem
that explains it all
12/19/25
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