I am an unstable lepton seeking opposition.
I had a chance to be an undiscovered pentaquark.
And, like you, I prefer symmetry in my fractals.
And am particularly attracted to magnets.
What's the matter then?
Gravity bums me out.
It’s constantly micromanaging, like Time itself-
read on the face, I've seen the circle of life,
but I prefer triangles.
I think wealth should be calculated
by Karmic Score divided by Faith.
The way it looks,
I will get to watch
two Haley's comets pass, elapse
(in my little blinking life).
I used to live at the seashore,
where there are 1,440 waves
that break every single day.
And even though I move around,
(often in circles)
and am not there to see the crash,
I know those waves are still
breaking
(without me).
Nobody can remember what it is to be an American anymore.
America isn't even 500.
Didn’t we manufacture ancient history (yet)?
Monsters make earthquakes.
Geologists think about flatware.
Their i's bigger than their plates-
the I in inertia, that is.
And anthropologists are making strides,
measuring footprints in lieu of the gait.
I never want to grow out of my imagination,
I'm waiting for flood pants to be back in style.
I've accepted my death is nothing personal.
I am not sorry,
(anymore).
