trying to make sense of how we might navigate

 

to try and start counting

count the trouble (we’d get into)

the impossible

that there might be something (outside of me)

(still) unsure still not knowing (still)

 

other voices are good (about it)

or I don’t even really know

no doubt about it

looking back

showing others how to count

 

it’s the first chance

it’s a strange space to be in

it’s weird

it looks like some kind of animal matter

(impulse)

 

I’m happy to let others know

I want to catch-up

I never mind

yet (it is) always so vague

& I am crazy

 

and we were left

now I’m left

(it’s the impulse)

I’ve spent the day counting

and I don’t mind so much

 

(actually I don’t mind at all)

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