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Journal: A poem from last saturday

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Let the cold and wet earth open its womb -
from chaos, into chaos, we fly.
Let the cold entropy freeze
and spread all my pain into
a thousand icy crystals - nevermore to exist
in my reality - nevermore to exist,
but as dissolving traces of life
unto the heat death of the universe.
Let the zero point fluctuations drown out
the beating of my broken heart -
past, present, and future -
maybe if it never was, and never will be
in this light cone,
the light fantastic -
the light beyond the darkness -
will shine and freeze the pain.

A committee is a group that keeps the minutes and loses hours. -- Milton Berle

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