math dramatics

sum days add up
to an overflowing cup
we are throwing away sense of humour
to be serious and mundane
treat every issue like a proliferating tumour
let it equal one pain
that overwhelms, that underwhelms
who is at the helm?
just a misery
with a treasury
who says pity me
don’t pleasure me
let a city be
let a train cry
let us wonder why
the thunder sky
is coming before a lightning strike
wanting to fight, nothing to like
turn the world upside down
falling into gravity’s frown
makes a stub action
an incomplete cycle
we don’t like all
we don’t hate all
sat on a bench, we contemplate all
a reality of totality

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