Jun 07, 2024 10:14
One,
under the Sun,
and Nought,
beneath the Moon
See how they run
without ever moving
See how they shine
and dance
you only watch
or maybe choose an ally
or thirdly -
All is well
Do not stop, goon,
For you are one
or maybe
nought, -
A silly roundabout
In place of all-too-reasonable
Cross-roads.
poetry