Part I
I theorize about the sequence
of our days together, and
the decreasing probability of
those days continuing consecutively.
Consequently,
each day's connectivity
to the next
is a mindfuck ubiquitous
in each aspect of my routine.
Speak your will
in regards
to the direction you wish to take.
Part II
One chance in a number
fifteen sobering digits in length.
One quarter of the world's
circumferance in distance apart.
One young man.
One scientist.
One feeling middle-class male
argues
the possibility
of synchronicity.
He argues for his sanity.
He argues for his stability.
In the name of all things comprehendable,
he argues.
Even when his
quasi-normal
existence defines discomfort,
he argues.
Twenty-five playing cards.
Five square shapes on five cards,
five circle shapes on another,
etc.
One quasi-normal middle class male.
One misunderstanding scientist.
Twenty-five soulless playing cards.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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