Like all things arbitrary,
plucked from randomness,
the end,
never adds up.
The common denominator though,
is you,
and if you want to remove yourself from algorithms,
reduce as much as you can to naught.
Your self worth comes from
un-worth,
zero value,
not from adding mundane and dying things,
it makes zero mathematical sense to add perishing things to your life,
expecting to live.
Arbitrating the arbitrary,
philosophical meandering,
sophisticated prattling,
underlying the arrogance to admit,
You’re nothing!
We’re a perishing thing,
with delusions of being an ever abundant spring.
W.E.
#poetry
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