was a way

minutes pass / there are two left (redux)

i.
los minutos pasan
quedan dos

and then there was a multifoliate
a multiplicity, a multivariate, a

multiplication that started
with two

but here in this space, in this
void there is only one

only one that replicates
and that must suffice

ii.
i passed the time
i made some marks

i lived it
monochromatically

with an absence of angst
it was a way
of passing through life

What I’m Reading:

“Climate change has become such a familiar term that we tend to read past it—it’s part of our mental furniture, like urban sprawl or gun violence.”

— Bill McKibben / Falter

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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