failure to speak numberly

scratching the underside of in-finity
i gaze longingly 
down




breathing heavily
i curl
into world




absolutely not
is never 
enough 




strange to say
tapping toe
determinedly i




if 3 is space to turn
and 4 to bend
then 5 




embrace the joyful
ness of never not 
for aye




holding out against
bitter night with no respite
y fiddle dee




read around the
lines between the
words and go no




interfacing all i ever
said i thought i did 
make-y-mad merry sane




holding every thread
holding every speck
of nothing tight 




one two one
two one sighs into 
terminal delight




casting spinning
knitting kneading
splicing thought y time




seasonal weather
gapping canyon mind
with um vortices




my is your 'nt
my am your thing
my live your be




sending messages out
into in-finity
serendipitously 




let there be  uh
let there be  um
let three



yesterday
tomorrow we
today



amen
amen
amen


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numberly