a poem for today

a poem for today, 11 February 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]
The proposition, it snows, is true if and only if it snows.
Let's stick with the positive things.
You can't just not know what you know. 
Flip a coin, when it's in the air, you'll know which side you're hoping for.
The results were as you might fear.
We seem to have lost the concrete.
Organizations are obstacles to organizing ourselves.
You can tear right through the paper.
That's when laughter is half critique.
Only he who can view his own past as an abortion sprung from compulsion and need can use it to full advantage in the present.

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