Division by Zero

Radical is the term attached to thinking,
As against not thinking,
Psychosis is stages beyond this.

Before spitting out an idea,
(Not your own), an automatic stance,
On the existence of continents,
Why not choose the whole world for oblivion,
Everyone but yourself? We’d go along,
But suggest a small change,
The inverse solution to your equation,
One over you, fixed forever,
Just a tick in a list of problems.

There would be no pain,
Just the logical, mathematical,
Cancelling out of your existence,
Your being becoming not being,
Defined in the logic of singularity,
That expanded into the universe,
Writing the textbooks before text,
Before books, before everything.

And yet the boundary condition fails,
In all this creation you were made too,
An uncertainty in simple light,
Interfering with itself in shadow,
To turn mere field to mass and brain,
And thought and ideas and pain.

One over X, where X is you,

Anything Over Zero is undefined.