At some point the angles stop adding up
Torque meets time rather than try a little tenderness
And waves of whatever drown out the wonder
Graying figure and graying field
There’s no way home now
So we stick and move till we make new spaces
Thread threats to whose trouble now
But every matter leaves a mark
Sounded seams on covered ground
Two of us and then three of us and then more
How does it end
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