Too young for ourselves
Blame it on the lack of effort
But I'm still here
Still coming back to the starting line, where I always seem to end up right after I finish.
Strange, how predictable some things can be.
To others, it's only the foolishness of those who haven't caught on yet.
I'm working on it.
If you have not heard, it is official, I will be attending McGill come this fall.
Yes, that's the one in Montreal.
How did I get here?
Place a vertical slash through R.
2.718281828
3.14159
Begin at e, but change direction and head toward d, while pretending it is k.
And end with a.
I have chosen the second.
Once there was a light which shone bright as a star in a jet black cavern.
This light I see guiding my path today, it is quite different, or at least so it seems.
It could simply be that the surroundings don't appear quite so dim as once they had.
I am about as foolish as we humans get.
I also tend to go back on promises.
Note that this second statement is not quite so bad,
given the first, what these foolish promises are.
But here I turn again,
Back on the poor decision based on sound advice,
At the discretion of no more than three.
Less than three, in fact.
<3
It's okay, I don't need directions,
I've travelled this street before.
That doesn't mean I won't be lost,
For I mightn't have paid close enough attention
The first time.
It only means that this time
I'm not waiting for anyone.
I've been trying to comprehend
How exactly modern poets decide where
To put the breaks between their
Lines.
I don't get it.
This is no poem.
I am a slate tangerine atop the summit's silence, proclaiming at once nothing at all.
I am no tangerine.
Thank you,
Morning.
But I'm still here
Still coming back to the starting line, where I always seem to end up right after I finish.
Strange, how predictable some things can be.
To others, it's only the foolishness of those who haven't caught on yet.
I'm working on it.
If you have not heard, it is official, I will be attending McGill come this fall.
Yes, that's the one in Montreal.
How did I get here?
Place a vertical slash through R.
2.718281828
3.14159
Begin at e, but change direction and head toward d, while pretending it is k.
And end with a.
I have chosen the second.
Once there was a light which shone bright as a star in a jet black cavern.
This light I see guiding my path today, it is quite different, or at least so it seems.
It could simply be that the surroundings don't appear quite so dim as once they had.
I am about as foolish as we humans get.
I also tend to go back on promises.
Note that this second statement is not quite so bad,
given the first, what these foolish promises are.
But here I turn again,
Back on the poor decision based on sound advice,
At the discretion of no more than three.
Less than three, in fact.
<3
It's okay, I don't need directions,
I've travelled this street before.
That doesn't mean I won't be lost,
For I mightn't have paid close enough attention
The first time.
It only means that this time
I'm not waiting for anyone.
I've been trying to comprehend
How exactly modern poets decide where
To put the breaks between their
Lines.
I don't get it.
This is no poem.
I am a slate tangerine atop the summit's silence, proclaiming at once nothing at all.
I am no tangerine.
Thank you,
Morning.