apathy

Haiku of Apathy

I’ll think about it…
I’m still thinking about it…
Maybe, maybe… Nah.

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Logarithm

Sitting in a hall of
concreted pain and
precise calculations,
the existence melts
and the clouds of
thought darken…
darken even more.

First the flash
then the ominous rumble
of the emptiness.

It echoes inside the
walls which are hollow,
hollow like the mind
in which the echo
wanders aimlessly.

A simple logarithm
of care:

Minute,
Miniscule,
Negligible.