Like all things arbitrary,
plucked from randomness,
never adds up.
The common denominator though,
and if you want to remove yourself from algorithms,
reduce as much as you can to naught.
Your self worth comes from
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,
underlying the arrogance to admit,
We’re a perishing thing,
with delusions of being an ever abundant spring.