life has a simple rule: divide

and play, multiplication of choices

but simply squaring with a loophole,

you can't divide the straining sadness

with zero, neither the integrity of staffing

highs & falls; irrational numbers of fiasco,

the reversed gears are pulling down.

peaking at the pining of dune; the reverie

is only a trekking pole. Imagine if there

were no zero, can the numbers assemble

as a frantic frenzy? No division, only the

piling binaries: there's to be a zero.

without zero, how can there be a algorithm—

to multiply? A decimal to enforce, maybe

zero isn't so bad, as life always gets back

at zero: some point. To functionally go

with rear bumper, “you can't just
rely

to divide those irrational fiasco,” a sign

of showing errors: it's not a division —

only a default mechanism.

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