Novemdecillion


Novemdecillion

You, you, you, you,

You, you, you, you,

in this small place,

in this small space.

.

Finger out the synecdoche,

of life in a dead man’s wish,

You, you, you, you,

You, you, you, you.

..

And words atwirl the chaotic head,

The head, the head, broken, beaten,

Down it goes for a swim,

In oceans of sin for inspiration.

You, you, you, you,

If you’d only understand,

That this, this, this, and this,

is but the least of my sufferings,

then it wouldn’t take a bunch of zeroes,

To tell what’s going on.

….

Novemdecillion,

Years….

Miles….

Words….

Synapses….

To reach me….

To reach you.

9.31pm,

(hell-i-don’t-remember-the-date)th October 2011

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