marf

This damn thing won't let me format my poems correctly. alas, use your imagination as to how they should be formatted.
1
We keep adding more facts to the
equation
more
and
more
and
more
One after
Another
Do they mean
a thing
at all
And yet
More and still
More
More
More
More


2
I want to tell someone
Yes
This is how we do things
Here and that is what we do
Because we
Have always done it
This is right
And this is wrong but still I can't


there’s More and More and More until
I don’t know when (?) do
You?


3

more and more and more
I’m really getting exhausted
Of studying
Stuff that we already know and calling it new
Really I am
Where can I find a fellowship
In this fucking place so
I can enjoy a nice vacation doing nothing but studying already
Obvious things.

4
There’s a general malaise in my soul and I’m studying why it’s there.
When I find out why I will write about it. You will argue with me about why it’s there.
Soon we’ll forget about the whole thing. We will be talking about something else.
Soon my soul will be lost.