Discretely being space to space
But existence must be continuity
I expand out in an encompassing embrace
And perhaps I'll become True and Free
So perhaps unique time
And the beauty of flowing form
Can finally combine
Into something less shabby and worn
Than this blanket that rests
Over the Overground
Existence continues, lest
I am that faint sound
"Ephemeral am I"
As Silence is renewed
Discrete and precious time
The Silence is in what Remains
Such a poor approximation
Maybe this time, pure and profane
Can help contain the middle elation
Author notes
Twenty minutes worth of thoughts on existence while riding a bus from the District to the City. Inspired by mathematics.
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