me and you as a bankrupt proposition

loop
everything
seems to come back
around and repeat
itself in some sort
of way that implies
much of life
is a bigger joke
than we might realize.
so it should come
as no surprise
when the
expected
happens again.

repeater
we go over
the same old words
time after time
when we speak,
when we write
to each other.
is it that hard to expect
something different?
or do we really
play this game
as disconcertingly
well as it seems?



dead space
this is the truth.
this is a lie.
this is an absolute.
this is a random variable.
this is how.
this is why.
this is how is isn't.
this is just.
this is injustice.
this is you without a face.
this is where this piece ends.