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Check My Math

Twenty-one thousand
one hundred seventy
awakenings
marveling at each sunrise
elated with each resurrection
from the dead of night

Five hundred-eight thousand
eighty hours spent
many misspent
no good weighing
the quality of each
they're past
an ever-growing sand dune
littering the floor
of a never again rotated
personal hourglass

Thirty million
four hundred eighty-four thousand
eight hundred
minutes of thought
some unconscious
why am I not a genius;
a god of omniscience?
good thing
for it would be to me
a deadly distinction
as I would starve
from want of learning

And so it goes...
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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A little bitthday musing.
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