Smoking jazz

Concluding that days must end,
‘when’ becomes the question central,
my friend,
literal.
“But,” you say,
“days are humanistic,
not deterministic.”
“No way!
Days are here, as fractions of forever.”
“Whatever.
Let’s take one step hither …
Not to dither,
divisional propensity
(Thinks, “Here comes the philosophical intensity.”)
can be physically resolved.”
“Perhaps, for those absolved
of spirituality.”
“So, where do we rest,
in perpetuity?”
“At best,
we have a starting point at now.”
Whilst smoking jazz to allow
thoughts to flow
ethereal,
we know
that nought is material, or immaterial.

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