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Subject: Poems: 280615 - June 28th, 2015
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280615A
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You were the one
who would forget me
and move on.
You were the one,
that I knew
that I would love.
That is how it goes:
how the program runs,
to inevitable conclusions.
The same inputs,
and the same outputs.
Nothing really changes.
I am running backwards,
and you are running forwards,
from the point where we met.
This type of machine
only knows one process
to the same outcome.
It is written in the data,
the same as in the stars:
sorted, filed and erased.
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280615B
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Everything cheats you
into killing time.
You thought it might be
something more,
but it was only killing time.
Time to kill,
and killing time.
I thought you might be more
than killing time,
but it was only killing time.
Time for killing,
and killing time.
Time to kill,
and only killing time.
We found nothing more
than a few more ways
of killing time,
while killing time.
Hardly matters what it is
when the time to kill
is only killing time.
All they ever do
is make us kill,
killing time,
passing time,
killing time.
All we could ever do
was killing time.
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280615C
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Experiments in freedom,
designed to test the hypothesis,
that claims that we are,
and are actually free,
in some mysterious way or other,
in the way that we might be
exploring
some distant world
that seems something more
than a 3D holographic projection
of light years from home
but more comfortable than this
never really getting away.
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280615D
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My particle
collapses your wave,
in daring
to make an observation
about you.
That ends
the wave interaction,
causing our particles
to collide
and apologize.
The universe hesitates
in recording the instant,
as another act
of mutual destruction
along different trajectories.
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280615E
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The heat
of the experience
leaves me
an addict;
addicted to being
broken hearted,
about no one
in particular,
and pulling
a black cloud
over my head
as cover.
Smaller and smaller
doses,
are enough,
to get me back in
to the cold again,
where I can feel
nearly safe.
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280615F
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You lured me
deeper in,
to try to penetrate
something,
by going deeper in,
as if I could get
anything I came for
if I went in
deep enough.
I still feel
the way a stone feels
while skipping
along the surface,
looking to sinking
toward something
special,
that one might get
when one goes in deep.
The fact is
there never really is
any way to get in
to going that deep in,
and only the tease
along the surface
tension, in and out,
the way an access card,
searches for a slot.
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