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Questioning Quantity
I
was questioning quantity
The
very first day
The
second mongoose birthed
The
new moon’s third fairy daughter
Feeding
the fourth river
Flowing
through the five fields
Freeing
the creek from the six dry rocks of summer drought
I
charted the chances of
The
seventh hour of
The eighth enchantment stone and
The
syncopated transcendence of the ninth turtle
Matches the ultimate glory of
The
absence of ten black holes or
The
opposite of eleven vacuums
I
grew in twelve twisting ways
The
minute the moon’s third fairy daughter
Began
teaching me
To
dance the thirteen dances of the forever living
Through
fifteen barbed wire valleys
Over
fourteen rock pile farm fences and
Every
one of ‘em full of grapes for wine and
Going
for days of soft color and simple sounds
I
received the moment coming after
The moment before it
Cherishing the audacity
To
which it will attest
Guiding
my continuance in the moment now
I
received the moment coming after
The moment before it
Cherishing
the audacity
To
which it will attest
Guiding
my continuance in the moment now
I
received the moment coming after
The moment before it
Cherishing the audacity
To
which it will attest
Guiding
my continuance in the moment now
12.29.2012 flot CFR
