An idiot squared,
the schoolchild slowly
counts thick fingers.
Starts over and over
confusing thumbs for radiance.
He leaps beyond sums burning
through a window framing numberless
blue scansions turning over
wing by wing.
Rolling velocity
mindlessly over,
no sums required,
round is easy.
Vertical extension
beyond thumbs,
everything.
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