Thrown out from the sound
that I've bathed in;
adrift in the swoon
of new math.
Wrapped in swallowed atoms,
stuck in domes full of false air.
The secret stair, where anchor rests
a fluid glued to your tending
If you reach the end reach out for it,
if you reach infinity at least make an attempt
to destroy it with your broken sword,
carved out from the blessed earth.
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