Now that I've acquired something of
The acumen of prime numbers
I'll bottle all my dividing thoughts up
And throw them all down into the sea
Hope them all ebb
Hope them all sink
Hope the fish frolic and romp around the bottles
And barter all inside them with their scales
Hope yet the fish never scatter
Hope yet the fish never disperse
Hope that the fish miraculously give a wide berth to all
And see them all as the wild fantasy of a newcomer poet.
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