Claim: life.

Start with the assumption that you will die.
This should be a comfort;
all paths funnel
in the end.

Now abandon all present assumptions.

Let n be the concentration of abstracts in your mind,
the fluidity of your breaths per second,
the faces you pretend not to notice as you pass,
the imperceptible motion
of lightbulb filaments
Let n be the thunder of miniature flashbolts
ricocheting in your amphitheater skull

The carbonation in your arteries
pumps thumbtacks to your extremities,
but consider that your core is even more extreme;
Consider that none of your roots are square.

Suppose k equals the ultimate constant of change,
of stones pressured so long into being,
your cuticles fraying in the winter chill,
the impossible forging of diamonds from dirt,
or our last motion as the world buries us,
all victims of homicide or suicide.

And so we come to Proposition 1,
that if -ciding is to die
Then de
ciding is to live,
to, by acting on the synapses present in your day,
recognize the truth you've always known in n and k,
that they have no place in formulas and funnels,
but that, in the end, they are one in the same,
and that living means knowing they're equal.

Nil desperandum,
there is life yet left,
but the proof must come from you.

QED