It was simply another Copernican turn
on the wheel of great ideas and thoughts
which led to a series of dreamy statements, like
“You are the whole of which what happens is just part.”
But even the ones that made it to print
were soon lost in this or that great conflagration,
or, if yet extant, the text was somehow obscured.
To where the others fled God only knew.
But we guessed they’d come back to us from time to time
as things we were bound to think when we didn’t think.
And this thought comforted us through the day,
worrying, as we did, that finally there would be
not enough memory to load the registry,
or not enough kick to boot the system –
that we’d have to create more space by going away.
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