The ego needs proof till its dying day

Yes it made sense: you made sense of it.

You slept with and solved every problem,

etching equations in glass verified

by daylight and the empty space beside you.

The night was your cloudy mind projected –

against it you appointed pointless sticks

to a pointless fire –

your altar to you, but you did it because

you could.

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