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Polly the NP-girl


there exists a path:
cos although arcs intersect
and though heads turn and voices project,
we stand silent, cornered, can't laugh
odd nodes, stuck,
to be cut
from the social graph

in an NP-world,
i'd be satisfied
with the shine of your hair
and your effervescent eyes.
but if that's not the case,
and you can't see
any nodes past the fringe
of adjacency,
then for all thoughts that cycle,
and for all variants i run,
and for all drinks and hot air,
hearts and
absent fun;
i won't know —
what words to breathe,
what tangents to twine,
what assumptions to believe —
if that link to you, on which i depend,
can't even verified by the night's end

iff you can see me,
then we can see we
please
help me
prove poly