Arguments pro and con
go on and on
ad
infinitum,
nothing remains but a wasteland;
and we start all over again,
nothing but nothingness
despite the desert being dry
as a thigh bone,
go on, she said, humor me,
and
I could not help myself,
nothing doing, nothing to do in the desert,
until the sun expands beyond the horizon,
nothing but sand and clouds of dust,
talk until the vultures quit their squawking
in the turrets,
little castles in our desert wasteland;
talk about nothing at all, about sand
hitting the blasted wall,
ever-present, le maintenant-ici,
every instant of each moment being
nothing but occurrences always here
despite vultures always being the same.
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