Inadequacy
 
Today I fail to explore the
worried landscape of logical time
an orphan, of sorts,
let go by the bursts of pure thought that
bring me into being

“it was the happiest day of my life…” he said
when the complexity of the manifold
fell into his lap like
Newton’s apple must have

It was the worst day of my life when
I realised I am the one who eats forbidden fruit,
not the one who grows it.

By Siddhartha

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