Waiting for sense to arrive
on the RMD line:
There, standing, were relatives
And too, knowns sitting around unassigned.
Waiting for casts of dispersions
But then, so many equated into average
That Doctor of Sum inquired,
“What you mean
That unknowns are more apparent
once light and dark become transparent;
or once the negative and positive fuse?”
Only universal truths and untruths
total all differences
and there is no binary line
scheduled
however, the next stop
while, appearing a lesser breadth,
the relative mean difference
is a perpetual zero of eternal depth.
Punch my ticket doctor
I get off at the next diaspora.
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