u/HallDouble1283

There’s this talk of being—of is-ness.
It seems to culminate in work, honest or dishonest.
Effects are felt,
Some never fully,
All tied around significance:
The significance of reason and purpose.

Like a silky web,
It has a beginning, with interconnections.
And then there are references,
Ideas drawn from duplicates and originals.

Within varieties of systems, logic, and wills,
A good number trample over a good number.
Forever at each other’s throats,
Knives pointed at angles bound to shift,
Ever so slightly—
Till none remain but one.

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