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I bin billions

I bin billions...
I bin the idea I’d sink and burn
I bin men with no discernment...
Or taste but no measurement
 
I bin freedom if it’s flawless...
And men too tired to learn this
I bin all this.
 
I bin birth.
I bin the thing that makes it hurt -
 
So I try to bring thirst...
Drive this doubt into the dirt
And stir this thing into reverse...
 
—burning sweet these silver birches,
Stepping glassy eyed in churches,
Growing curved through the highest steeples,
Opening the eyes of the highest evil...
Seems we finally prove us equal, to elevate one perch
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