45*21

when my brain feels this way
multiple vexations
this is when some novices
come to understand the nuances of poetry
I guess I'll read back
and hope I like 10%
My guess is less
That is the way it goes
No one is thinking of reading these right now
multiple vexations
on the night before the day of my birth
365.242199 X 46 =16801.1441154 days
I will have lived 17,000
by Spring's end
Each day more a mystery
than any other
individual to a multitude
every self
having it's lone perceptions
and growing older in the new day
but time grows more immense