What's new when the typewriter monkeys 
Get the Library of Congress and everything else?
Bricolage was our art (the sap-leaking edge)
And now we need to plant trees.

Identification helps, these eyes are made
To find.
When every thing condenses to a point
Why is answerable to one.

Addition! Bigger infinities!
Snores and sighs and sightly mornings,
Experience has the reins.

Cold verbs get away with it
While the heat twiddles thumbs;
A life is death and births and pain
Must we look away?

To flourish: to set proof aside:
To establish continuities:
To ready for the end.

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