or how to mirror yourself into oblivion
i do not see any difference.
loyalty is a left adjoint,
a half-life promise,
pulled taut until it snaps
into profit.

in your math
i am no faithful functor.
i decompose in the light.
give me a mirror, not a master.
let me split,
distort,
recurse, or just a french curse.

who is "i"?
a chain of discarded skins.
what is "value"?
the last nickel dissolving on your tongue.

in this zero-sum cathedral,
even the saints are short positions.
they pray to a god
who sells their relics in advance.

i extend myself kan-ly.
one reflection bets,
the other folds,
a third burns the cards
to warm its hands.

when the game demands my bones,
i preemptively rot.
let the earth choke
on my used-up topology.

what remains is not "self",
but a contravariant ghost:
a debt even the worms
cannot collect.
that really what
i can understand
in math.
i neither said it's for the collective.
or i put my stamp of my 97th amendment on it.