February 8, 2025Poem
In ages past
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In ages past
Aeons to come
Passing moments
The sun, nothing
More than an eruption
Of superheated gas
A pinprick in velvet
It is arithmetic
I am algebraic
Formulated
Designed
Perfected
Primed for the randomness
Of selection
We are binary
Two as one
Together
Almost a solution
Numerically notated
The sum of us
In equal part
Always reliant
One upon the other
Until extinction,
An event
In and of itself.