life has a simple rule: divide
and play, multiplication of choices
but simply squaring with a loophole,
you can't divide the straining sadness
with zero, neither the integrity of staffing
highs & falls; irrational numbers of fiasco,
the reversed gears are pulling down.
peaking at the pining of dune; the reverie
is only a trekking pole. Imagine if there
were no zero, can the numbers assemble
as a frantic frenzy? No division, only the
piling binaries: there's to be a zero.
without zero, how can there be a algorithm—
to multiply? A decimal to enforce, maybe
zero isn't so bad, as life always gets back
at zero: some point. To functionally go
with rear bumper, “you can't just
relyto divide those irrational fiasco,” a sign
of showing errors: it's not a division —
only a default mechanism.
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