This Reductionist Block

Thinker sat on his rock.

“Think, I’ll think on the clock!”

He thought as he rocked.

“What secret shall I un-box?”

He pulled out the stops,

And rocked on his rock on the clock.

“Ah, strife and struggle crushed to a block!”

He reduced the clay and dirtied his smock.

“A perfect reduction!” Feeling internal shock.

“It’s so simple,

This reductionist block.

Now what else to solve,

While I rock on my rock?”

Checking the clock, no time to unfrock.

“Well, why can’t they eat cake?”

He rocked in his smock on his rock.

© CGT, 2017.

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