counting numbers flicking from digits in bi-directional tangent lines, counting time or counting letters; counting stars and grains of sand-- I'm sorry to interrupt, but I must remind you, what took off in meter, fell into verse, then prose, and may once more smell as sweetly a rose, by more names still until The arc between the lines bursts into shock, arguing "lines are to be crossed into larger arcs," but the wild gesture whistles between fingers, so this may be where the wind already has been and will (not) be still since it never was, floating
where a digit can be subtracted
	or remain        divided by        nothing (re)defined and completed until proven wrong.

08/19/2004

Author's Note: "knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens." - Jimi Hendrix

Posted on 08/21/2004
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