who is it could know me?
clothes melting away
what an effort to put into decorum
decorations are seasonally lost oblique--
statues?
stride upon the cracked street system,
home and how many many godly rivers flow
invisibly
under our feet
much life is buried under toe.
what a life for ants
the finite spiral down
towards mathematical
conceit.
if we could only run the numbers of truth
for monetary gain
on the lam from the
cosmic bookie for all time
gamble with beautiful equations
as star ending constellations
hidden from our sight
pulled down to great earth
from the wretched heavens.
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