I thought it was about time that I rewrote this. It’s not that I have anything more to say. It’s also not that I have anything less to say. It’s just that I wanted to replace one example of nothingness with another. It can be so satisfying sampling different slices of meaninglessness, don’t you think?
'How much do I love you? '
I ask myself again.
All the way to Jupiter,
And half-way back again,
Each second leaves fall one by one to ground,
And languidly caress their neighbours one
By one, as if in fond farewell. The sun
Still smiles, but weakly now, as though it’s bound
Can’t wait for you
To become better acquainted.
Picked up once more, like marionette,
And then flung down again.
How can anyone forget
That puppets too feel pain?