JUST A SILLY BUNCH
OF NUMBERS
What we are : miles to the moon and sun,
depth-fields of the lakes and oceans, speeds
by which we disintegrate or wither or die.
Anything and everything, both wicked or
mild. I cannot speak for you, but my heart
is already broken. And it happened quickly.
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I walk in marsh-fields that can lead me to
Mars : or any other of the distant places
of dreams' originations. Toil and sweat
and bondage and trouble; delight in the
edges, or joy in the muddle.
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Nothing comes forth from nothing, which
sounds fine in 'physic'al terms but which
leads me to ask, 'Is it all at once, do we
get it fast, or does it come in pieces, and
how does it last?'
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