-
just
one
hundred
sixty-nine.
cracks in the wall; one
hundred sixty nine bored passers
by; one hundred sixty-nine memorable mo-
ments; and
I
think
-
that
when
someone
says they have
wandered aimlessly
they utter a misnomer, for
the moment one returns and upon that confirms, they
have arrived somewhere, the term is
oxymoronic.
numbers, a
tonic
sol
fa.
-
now
that
my train
of thought has become irritatingly symphonic
I’ve reached the conclusion of
thirteen times thirteen
arrivals
and still
count-
ing.
-
Inspired by insomnia, a photograph I took of an old abandoned house numbered 169 on that respective street, soren015, maxClimb, the former's latest writeup, containing the basic outlines of the haiku. Personally, I like 33-61-33, as I recall being disappointed that my very first writeup didn't end up containing a total number of syllables dividable by 3.