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To see the swirling smoke rising in philosophical wisps and winding anti-geometry would be most endearing.
The tangent of the flame is divisible only by rushing molecules not in shapes of triangles.
My own tainted breath would pollute the world, pervading the most desolate places with less than a fraction of a conceivable measurement of
I breath theology. My lungs expand to allow my circuitry to continue its work - transmitting and receiving. Theology and philosophy.
the Mathematics of spirit.
I do not pretend to understand mathematics. Equations surround
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the passionate magenta comes out in blues instead,
climaxing into the speakers like unwanted strangers.
There's a man hanging by his tie in the coat room,
astericts and everything ( I though I saw him moving)
He's making men with his hands over the microphone.
Red bubble spotlight focuses the indigo
to liquid skin, routine hands know well the physics
of bottles that take out the infantry in drunk confettis,
one by one.
He hasn't touched his drink, it sinks away
in sips , fake age isn't what it used to be.
So I went ringless tonight, save a ring of red the
sweat of cups collected on the bar.