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Counting the strings
One by one; five by three
The more I count the more I wonder
What do these threads mean
 
Two by two; seven by five
My hands are raw
From the restless accounting
The strings unravel at my touch
 
Three by three; eleven by seven
Why am I still adding
Scarlet stained moosh
 
Four by four; thirteen by eleven
Was there a purpose to this
A tiny scrap of logic will do
 
Five by five; fifteen by thirteen....
 
What was my last sum
It’s gone like my mind
Better restart, again

(2014)

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