Thunderous names and gentle,
As all names are, little breaths
Barely, precisely controlled
By the last magpie primate;
I love you, the universe
Of you glimpsed within the you
Universally of me.
Can either one of we none
Of us truly calculate
The syntax of all deceit?
I am a small man counting
Small grains of sand, joyously.
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