Poems With Six Views Admire Poems With Seven Views Despise Poems With Four Views

contained within crooked pages lies the secret of happiness its a secret noone will ever find though because the world would fracture into infinite equations quasars would eviscerate limbs and render human speech impossible which would be catastrophic in the grand scheme of things i only wish to last forever or maybe for what i write to outlive me somehow even though im not exactly keats or yeats to be recognised in multiple dimensions and by multiple personality disorders of the same fictious person would be somehow endearing albeit somewhat scary and improbable momentous thoughts tend to surround us when we least expect them to but be it writing a terrible poem about a daffodil or being punched in the face or travelling through wormholes of improbability at seventeen thousand times the speed of light at the end of the day when all is done and said humanity is rubbish