The mania of counting

The shorter counts tell of longer counts.
And short are the counters. And meager,
and apportioned by a mathematics that
told of their endings by the first count.
A three to cryings. In the wild how
old carved cats and old women them boy
what hungry thing made our cells for play.
My dog went gray, stylish him, and by
any godless him would drink his brain out
through his babbling mouth, a simple mouth
I could talk in about similar things,
biology being, so on, so forth, dust and such.


~ by Jeremy on June 11, 2012.

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