I think of you anytime
I come across old score keepings
From card games, folded newspapers saved
For the crossword puzzle
In different states of completion. It’s
Hard
To remember in this state of grace that
We could ever gain so freely from nothing
And give so benevolently to it, as well.
Look at the numbers, blue and random now. Look at the
Clues as they bury the dead elsewhere.
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