Theory of Everything
and Other Poems

Theory of Everything

I pace my little hall, no mystery,
sit by my window listening: birds, of course.
My books, I can hardly read them,
they make so much sense.
Someone skips school. He knows enough.
Someone is fired, there are reasons.
Someone breaks down, there is reason
after reason. A patient, admitted,
is cured, and dies of the cure.

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