What I thought was variety was not variety at all:
Variety of grass. Variety of film short. Variety of tall.
What I thought was variety was not variety at all:
Variety of virtual, variety of very tall envying the tall.
What I thought was variety was not variety at all:
Everything was similar. Equality led to my fall.
What can I do next? A surprise, to love you well?
Apparently not. You left me—to every variety of hell.
