Friday, April 11, 2014

Philosophy Poem

Define yourself with numbers and it is all calculus,
Beyond all the necessary, existential force,
Confined deep in the blurry, chemical soup,
Of eyeless sight and endless, crushing hunger
Temporarily staved off with monochrome.

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