We planted a gross of strange, cube shaped fruits
Below the soil, then waited for shoots
When summer was through
Only twelve grew
Which is what you get when you plant, square roots
Little World
Little world was already shrinking
It’s getting smaller by the minute
Age is diminished too inside a cube shaped room
There are fewer and fewer items to count
Most things are gone or missing due to thieves
Memories are listed on five fingers
Nothing really important to point out
1.) I remember song and rhythm
2.) Divisions taking life down in size
3.) Babies come to mind because they cry
They are very small all the time
Come from a tiny world, compact and derisive
4.) I remember wife and children… They should be #1
5.) God comes to mind. Allies large and small are good to have
Less things in existence makes perfect sense
Like water, life evaporates, becomes something else
Remember to take a pill, small and gray
With that clear wet stuff in the glass over there
A small thing to remember
Little chance I’ll forget that
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