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The morality of time and space

  • Hannah Pimenta
  • Jun 14, 2020
  • 1 min read

No one wonders why the world spins

no one asks the mouse why he drinks the poison

it shouldn’t matter that it smelt like cheese

no cause or effect in children killing

just children killing

the man in the moon laughs:

at youth, chrysanthemums, itself

ambition, itself again, string

theorize the yellow brick road was just in the center of a two-way street

Dorothy, a poor teenage suicide.

the scarecrow, the tinman, victims of father time.

if we walk far enough

I am sure we shall sometime

Come to someplace

through shattered atmosphere

the spatial infection breathes, falling into

nebulous, nuclear super

nova.

Humanity knows why the world spins

quoth the mockingbird.

Humanity knows, thinks, but even so.

No one really knows.

 
 
 

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