There is something dark
It creeps in at times and spread
like rain water when it hits the ground
It blankets every nook, every corner
of my mind with iniquity.
At such times I struggle to justify to myself
the vibration of every string
I am whispering to myself for the string to halt
Stop stop stop. Stop existing
I hate Entropy, you know,
When Musk said “It’s not on our side”
I thought to myself: At last, someone understands me.
I arrange things in a prudent order
as an act of mutiny
I know, I am not significant to the laws that govern the universe
and my rebellion will not spark a revolution
The sun will not sit on the beach with me to sip iced tea
It will keep fucking spinning
It is not about the sun, but me
I never claimed to be a law abiding citizen of this ridiculous mad house.
I like to think of myself as a solipsist
Would it be too wrong if it is all about me?
I would like the strings to stop vibrating
and it is in my capacity as a solipsist
to make it halt.
Zero Fucking Kelvin
If I am a solipsist I can do it
I have not figured out how, though.
- Karnika Kapoor
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