Adding, in the quieting

[michaelboy]

If I could run everything backwards
adding up each upside-down page
it wouldn't be the unfolding of my life
and never the same or nearly as good.
So it isn't really the summing of the parts
or even every bad thing ever unleashed
but is purely the direction we are carried.
If I looked for parts of you that were imperfect
and made careful castings of your heart
for all the hungry shoppers with blue light eyes
I would blind myself to hurt you deeply with it
And, If I never allowed hurt to be without anger
(or even with no apparent sign of reason)
I'd simply be an angry person.

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[michaelboy]

Just like Leibniz might have pondered, way back when.