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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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