(CH3 CH2)2O – hydrolyzed ethanol
colourless; aromatic;
highly flammable
Aristotle said ether
was inalterable,
having no beginning
and no end.
I thought
it would be safe,
-life in the ether-
I thought
you'd be ribbons of thought
recipes for rye bread,
formulas
for finding the circumference
of a circle.
Your existence was a theory
I didn't know you'd bleed.
© catnapping
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Who bled—Aristotle? I really like this poem. And thank you, by the way, for the comment (I do notice and read).
Hey Buttercup. Very nice place here and artistic as hell on the front (I mean that). Visually, very soft and subtle. Miss you darlin', but I'll be around....
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