Diminishing returns

Diminishing returns


Where teary she swore eternal love
in that small square with the single light pole behind the silent factory
she saw it again as she was passing by

Long after the man was gone long gone
the man to whom teary she had sworn eternal love
the man who became half a man cut in half at the waist
and that then wasted away rather fast
with her sworn eternal love that followed suit

An eternal love that if at first was cut in half
then it also wasted away rather fast
melting into air into thin air
into a little fog that a little wind swept forever away

And so it happened
it happened that she saw it again
the tiny square with the single phanal behind the obtumescent factory
the factory itself cut to size by now
just half a building now fast melting into nothing

She found it quaint she found the place odd
the diminutive square with the bent blind begrimed light pole behind the shrunken factory
and she...

She with no longing no regret
no remembrance she of having ever tearily sworn
to any man that if at first had perhaps been a whole man
soon had become half a man and then less and less

A wisp of a man more and more slight
the half of him cut in half again
a humdrum unbodacious weightless man
a man of no significance
a forgotten entity to whom once

Once perhaps tearily she swore she swore...

No remembrance... no...

Or perhaps just perhaps ever so slightly
there still aimless wobbles a tittle of a thought
a spindly thought indeed
a slight ever so slight thought
a thought evanescent evanescent...

Is she still the one who over the growing distance
at that remote bleary small quarrel of a square behind the muted spent factory
under an unseeing dead eye that...

Did it witness her hypothetical commitment...

Had she...

No... no.


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