Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Counting the Cost of Imaginary Numbers (Seeking Love in the Eyes of Strangers)

one

one one thousand

two

two one thousand

(continue on in the back of your mind)

 

my shot has left its dent on the pendulum of time

altering the sway

just a degree or two

and now the whole world wobbles

 

three

three one thousand

four

four one thousand

 

slicing through the cosmos

on an ever expanding off-kilter path

moving closer to the edge of reality

the inevitable disaster

 

five

five one thousand

six

six one thousand

(keep counting)

 

 

DAMN!

 

she stopped me and said she must go home

it wasn’t right

everything was all wrong

as she started out the door she turned and said

 

“i love you, you know that don’t you?”

 

and walked away into the thick blanket of fog

that had crept in from the west as we were wrestling with bad intentions

 

seven

seven one thousand

eight

eight one thousand

 

i thought about running after her but what would it change?

it was wrong

we were wrong

the whole fucking world is wrong

 

so i didn’t go after her

i never told her

that i knew

i had known all along

 

some secrets are best left in the shadow of enigma

 

nine

nine one thousand

ten

ten one thousand

 

in ten seconds, your world was crushed by the mistake you could never see coming

in ten seconds, everything stopped

in ten seconds i could have told you

in ten seconds, you would have known

 

ten nine eight seven six five four three two one

 

if you could just once today

think about me

for ten seconds

or however long it takes you to read this poem

and the secret may find you

or you could keep counting down to madness

 

easy as 123

easy as abc

seeing clearly now in the pouring rain

singing my song in the darkness

and adding links to the chain

singing tunes to the toon

and getting lost in the count

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