Saturday, November 13, 2010

Equations

The unequivocal equal sign wavers here a moment, not sure to walk away or shatter bone, stain knuckles Poinsettia and then be destroyed. We are unsure the answer to give the equal sign, who can neither choose nor abstain from choice. But it is only a moment and the moment passes underneath in the snowy night like fish underneath the ice we lost ourselves over and over and here is where we end. Not in a whisper but in a smile and a tear. I don't know why we cry anyway it spoils the paperwork. Running ink is the number one reason applications are denied. Equations are hard enough to solve without turmoil slipping between the numbers.

Maybe this is why, when the equal sign looks to us for answers, we have no voice.

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