Considered:
Stuck to where we are, I am what is going;
That was the story, again and again, again.
Repetition, it's heaven and hell and reality;
No matter escapes itself.
I was a thought experiment, if-then, logictron.
Math fools itself into calm, provable milk.
It forgets the cow, though.
The metal gates and sad bleating farewells
To the infant calf.
Again, then, is it prison and pain and loss?
Words are algorithms bits, bitten to pieces
By their nuances.
It's an on and on, a jest and a rainbow,
Maybe one day, a joist.
Buildings are not built to last forever
And neither are lives.
Roman Ryan 