Regress Me To Nothing
Absence makes the heart grow.
So too does remorse, regret.
What doesn’t make the heart grow?
Life presumes the inevitability of growth.
What doesn’t make the heart grow?
Stockpiles
Dividends
Earnings
Data
Cumulus Clouds of Data
Empire Fantasies of Clouds and Clouds of Data
The heart grows with an unyielding yearning for such growth.
Growth.
Inherent Growth.
Growth.
Universal Growth.
Like the foreverness of the expansive expanding universe,
we inherently blister forth.
A universe of a forever expanding We.
Grow we must.
Like tumors.
Debts.
Happiness, too, makes the heart grow.
As does Love.
And Kindness.
The expectation of a kiss.
Growth.
Positive Growth?
What doesn’t make the heart grow?
Nothing.
What doesn’t make the heart grow?
Nothing.
Nothing, alone, makes the heart grow.
Nothing.
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