from the bugs in a mathematical proof that silence
exists
from an atom here and there escaping the sober calculation
of the exact number of things that never were, that never could, could
never be
born of certainty found
nowhere else in life
with a rigor that the idiots with slobbering smiles
weave into stars
cannot, can never never help but
weave into stars
shmoetry
Surrealism
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