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The day knows all day
that I know nothing about math
in the festering waters
the frogs are decreasing every year
in numbers, the dogs that eat them
squashed off the road
vomit yellow foam that mixes
with the rainbow of oil
on the wet road. The numbers
go on flexing their branches
in the wind. Cat looks on
with stony eyes while
the windows subtract light
and the paper is delivered
to read of heresies. The knife
is whet with an ignorant stone
the edge is a chaos of zeros
falling into themselves.
One care speaks of hemorrhage,
choking out exegesis
smoke on wet asphalt one less
the number reached,
today in the news so many arcs
of light bombard the brain
with their deaths.
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