The Predictable Grin

The entire world might perish,
just because you existed.

A cosmic hole of uncertainty
would swallow reality, whole

The stars we’d journey under
would bleep away into oblivion

And the sun that greeted
our heavy mornings
would explode
indefinitely

For you have rendered
the murk of a stoic, null

For you have looked
past a murky wall, it looked tall

For you have inspired
its murky wit, it would confess

That you’ve made
the murky predictable
to yourself

With that you’ve done,
you’ve divided by zero

For what is murky, by definition
is incapable of being predictable

I don’t think you fathom
the immensity of what you’ve done

The entire world might perish,
just because you existed.

But perhaps the Moon would survive.

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Mr. Grinn