“How can one ratio, ration an experience”

by Craig Nagoshi

How can one ratio, ration an experience,
Rationalize its essence,
Essentialize, predicate, explicate,
Elucidate, replicate, duplicate
The thing as such?

His open eyes dark, black holes not letting out light,
My grizzled dog Sam lay finally still
On the chromium table, barbiturated without a fight
To keep on, then the sterile room seemed to fill
With something pulsing, huge, pulsing, warm, pulsing upon
Our being there. A few minutes, and it was gone,
Leaving us cold.

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