POEM: I’m Mutable Soul

Is a rounding error? You be the judge — or not.

I'm Mutable

I wondered
Agin and agin
Do I have a
Imbued in this dust and water
Sow muddied
In regard
To such square metaphysical ponderings
Some round it
Down
Too nothing
Still
I am
In the remainder

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