And It All Amounted to Nothing
There is a crack in the car
that no one notices,
I tape the shreds together
but the oil slips.
There is a hole in the hull
from which rusted red pours,
I patch it with paper
but the putrid color bleeds.
Everything does nothing
and I do not claim to know anything,
except that tape and paper fail.
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