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gobbledygook is nonsense
it's a hodgepodge of words
as perplexing as picturing
a third of a third of a small
irrational number you heard
at the bar shortly after you
finished your tenth beer


………


you continue to hear math
when you step out of the
shower you showered in

redundancy's empowering
when done on purpose

maybe not really, but
i have the power to do it


………


i always wash off after work,
but my job is seasonal, so
i haven't showered yet

i'm short, and people
tower over me

i'm pretty sure
the smell drifts up


………


i'm almost certain that
even chaos has a source
there must be a reason
why it takes the course

the truth is there,
but it's hidden behind
many red herrings that
you can't see through

nonsense might convey
more than careful thinking,
but everything's confusing,
so i give up

it's all
gobbledygook


………
This poem might mean a lot to me, but detachment is the method to my madness; I wander in reverie until I fall back on my feet. Ridiculousness is lost to me. Reluctantly, I start to make sense. I can't stay focused on what does not exist.

Thank you for reading.
Isaac C
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Isaac C  26/M/USA
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