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One and One
One and one makes nothing.
Arithmetic destroys us all.
Subtraction is the answer
To our hypothesis.
Morning makes sense
To any animal,
And each one feels
Death’s decimal.
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I remember writing this poem on one of a series of dreary afternoons in which it seemed that life in general had little meaning.
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Magic was my middle name,
I was so brave and tall.
No one knew who I was then,
Myself least of all.
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A small household tragedy, the death of a cat, yet to me it contained the question of the uniqueness of life and the value of consciousness. Didn’t anyone or anything care that one cat had died? I felt guilty even considering the question. In a world where humans slaughtered their own kind constantly, who in their right mind would give a moment’s thought to a cat’s consciousness? Yet either all life was sacred, or none of it was. So I brooded.
And when I looked around me, it seemed that for all of man’s good intentions, he only transmitted the errors of his race; that each man or woman unknowingly perpetuated the peculiar sins and failings of their families. I wrote one of my most pessimistic of poems:
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And en masse, for the race, I saw only one answer:
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