The last thing I believed,
and then behaved

abhorred a vacuum.

But then, I am not nature


Not a real being at all. It took
councils so assess this.



My most recent counsel says
that nothing is born

and nothing dies.

*

I want to punch him in the eyes.

*

Severe, the world still runs
around like it owns the fucking place.

Like a careless father, I pick up the toys.


And where have you been?