Anonymous A.

Epiphany

Numbers swirling all around
adding, growing, going down.
The page is full,
the answer far.
Something clicks
like the key in a car.
The numbers switch
and straighten out,
forming answers without a doubt.
Standing clear
among a mass of scribble
the number zero
has survived the battle.
All that work and all that paper
for such a small and silly answer.




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