[9] Nine


Wasted emptiness,
Drowning in sorrow;
Put back the tasks
Driven past or to tomorrow.
Don’t justify meaning
Or make comnherentisible,
Or make underintelligistandable,
There’s no time to clean these lines
When they’re knotted, infinitely intertwined.

Just conform to a standard.
Don’t ask why.
They’ll read between the lines.

Pull meaning out of nothing.
They’ll see what they want,
And that’s good enough for them.

Just be pretty with your words.
Extravagantly verbose,
Brilliantly grandiose.

You gotta think. Nine.
9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9.
I tried and I tried
With the triad of triads
But I’m tired and I’m tied,
What’s it mean to you anyhow?
It’s not outside the box
If there’s no box at all;
There’s only knots.


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