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Thursday, November 7, 2013



They are busing everyone
With new ideas to a single
Room.  It is huge.  They are
Assigned a single letter of the 
Alphabet and are told to 
Explain themselves.
I don’t go.  I am able only
To speak in numbers.
Some of them are significant.

I recall there used to be
Noises coming from the sun.
I thought it was music.

A single wave breaks in
The collective imagination.

The room of ideas is opened.
It is filled with the sea.
Language floats upon it
Like garbage.

I am asked to explain this in numbers.
These are visual calculations.
They are made with language.

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