I didn’t and didn’t sleep.
I hung between random events and a linear life.
Guests walked their dogs through the big room lobby.
You told me the earth moves and I told you it all moves.
Kids swished by in ski pants.
Drinkers clinked glasses in the bar.
This adds up.
It’s like a robot of love, an old boyfriend, I mean really old.
The clerks talk sports.
Then the director shoots himself.
Mathematical proofs prove abstractions.