In the City,
There is no way out of a closed system,
save for the flawed, incomplete view,
that the system is not closed…
(Although episodes do seem to conclude,
there seems no end to the episodes.)
An en passant assay:
Can you now think of something shocking,
without your emotional circuits tingling?
If you’re gonna be a singer, it’s hard to be your own favorite.
(Not to mention dangerous as well.)
It’s also hard to talk “seriously” about secondary matters
without getting whiny.
Last Thursday, I heard a fellow say,
“Look, just cause you’re my partner,
doesn’t mean we’re actually in business together.”
Trying to “save the best for last,”
will, at least, put-off-the-past.