ON PURPOSE: an essay in seven parts (7/7)

VII: Conclusion

I will conclude this enigmatically and unconventional with two untitled pieces of poetry I wrote back in the days when I thought line breaks in journal entries constituted as poetry:

1.
You know.
with the stress of life
CONSTANTLY
weighing on you,
It’s easy to forget
that:
Nothing really matters.

(let us never forget
no thing really matters)

2.
if you ever feel
WEIGHTED DOWN
by the sameness
of E V E R Y T H I N G
consider Harry,
who built a robot
that could eat
to be the first man
to be eaten by a robot.

(he doesn’t exist.
it could be you!)