I Call Her Delta

Caprice!

My dear variable, I shall be your scalar

*nodding*

You may lean on me

We had a velvet couch, remember it?

I am grateful to have a friend

Don't lie.

No mother birthed these scars

No father read you those thoughts

You say you have lent yourself to meaninglessness

Your rhetoric persuades some of me

See

But it must be vapid

Your luminosity

Scattered vectors

Tattered vespers

Like the paint you throw at whiteness

Blindness

We are snow blind

But vision deluded us, I'm okay with blind

You can be okay with blind

If you don't fidget

Fatuity, don't

Don't be fatuous

You're not!

I'm the one who's pedantic

I'm waltzing with pedantry!

You're just monotonically non linear

You're afraid of immutability, I understand that