Poem : Poles and Zeros

I belong to a weather

I being a zero sum game

I being a climate of refuge

I being a filth of five elements

I being a mirth of miseries

I being a residue and a vestige

I being a myth and monologue

I belong to a withering weather

I belong to a nascent noise

I belong to a nought of noise

I belong to poles and zeros

I belong to a burning death

I belong to a frozen worm

I belong to a sentient solenoid

I , I, I, being a belonging is a burned bloom

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