you are a nail i
grow weary of
chewing
also
a point approaching
infinite
density
you will be named
and survive the race
that called you
such a thing
and when they
are dust, cosmic
your vacuum it
blows them all
somewhere into
your streaming hair
and the other hair
glistening
lashes, nipples, labia
ornamentation and
limbs, fragrance,
folding time,
light, the stuff
of viscera,
the stuff of life
into what it is,
what we are,
what are we
but galactic
pollen, souls
indeterminate fractions
existing nowhere
and two places in
the same instant
but keep dividing
apprentice,
without lies nothingness
something wicked
comes on the
face of the math
revealing your sketched
dimensions in
these stellar clouds
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