An abstract is just make-believe
Named places, marked geometry;
An idea to differentiate it from me.
No matter the way we chop it,
It waits, takes, and gives equally.
I wish more than that, fools could see-
the same goes for reality.
An idea used to separate eternity.
No matter the way we break it,
the whole persists eternally.
Ninety-nine pieces of entirety.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
An abstract is just make-believe
Named places, marked geometry;
An idea to differentiate it from me.
No matter the way we chop it,
It waits, takes, and gives equally.
I wish more than that, fools could see-
the same goes for reality.
An idea used to separate eternity.
No matter the way we break it,
the whole persists eternally.
Ninety-nine pieces of entirety.
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