It was brief,
This Machiavellian instant coffee.
A fleeting history,
Abridged across destiny.
Mild notes of Discord and Hindu Deities.
Of wise kings and kindred fleas.
The kindness of a kissing disease.
Seasonings sufficient enough to make a tree sneeze.
Finite are the days
We live without dependents.
Reprized in lies. .
Fickle, the memories
Of being in control of ones’ self.
Slender, this thing.
Thinking about thinking about thinking.
What is the cogito ergo sum of my inception.
Ordinary. Binary in stead.
Half-life is for the living.
For the dead.
Anything else summarily misdirection.