now where’s a thought
not in our lifetime
so why worry i say said
but the children you implore
how long is a lifetime i ask
does the end remember length
does nothing remember anything
is an algorithm found or is it made
is life’s algorithm anthropocentric
how to make something out of nothing
is death the black hole of intellect
would a stone ask a nebula why
or a cataclysmic event demand an audience
cold is a distant relative of the fusion of a thought
this family tree is rotten to the core
there is no future in perspective
only the past
the seed of nothing is nothing
life a fast-drying oasis
appetite eats appetite until the table is bare
when all the philosophers are dead
where’s a thought
leave the dishes unwashed
look it’s snowing again
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