SUBJECT>Re: Zero, A Love Poem POSTER>Laurel EMAIL> DATE>1108421999 EMAILNOTICES>no IP_ADDRESS>dhcp024-166-094-036.neo.rr.com PASSWORD>aaFRbor6/KzWk PREVIOUS>83395 NEXT> 83424 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>
In time our love will trifle. Oh, my, but I like that line.
Nifty poem, Zola. Haven't you written a zero poem before? Oh, no...that was an x poem, wasn't it?
X's and O's.
Oh, it's Valentine's day and I'm valentineless, as usual.
Allow me this tiny moment of self-pity, of woe. (grin)
I love your love poem, Jim. Wish to hell someone would write me one.
Oh, and hey, I'm gonna IBPC this, okay?
Laurel
: The history of zero means
: nothing to us.
: O small circle, sunya. I kiss
: your simple absolute. Why not.
: We are not in love.
: The place our love supposes
: is null, void, a vacuum. At best,
: we are less than
: one. Before man discovered zero,
: he had to repeat symbols
: over and over.
: Let me fondle your empty placeholder. In time
: our love will trifle. Infinity, another
: mere Oh.