(a nonsense poem)
It seems we need a point to see
So measure speed from A to B
A firefly to C the slit
Pretending lightning aims the hit
A card I bought in Journeys Friend
Read, "No beginning means no end"
Then no before, or before that!
No cat that sat upon the mat?
It’s how the minus finds its mate
That noctilucale wink of fate...
With headlamps shone to guide the car
Of chauffeur-driven Lucifer [ouch]