the wind will soon be bound by the thickets
that will whistle piercing incantations
none of us can decipher
children hang wires
from low pin oak and locust limbs
the children
are the first to consider this strategy:
monitor to manipulate
their measures continue
the songs of children form mathematical spools
of ribbon to remind us what we have forgotten
how concise a clear mind
a room without clutter
or rotted floorboards in piss-stained corners
a seamless mind with raw sunlight
on everything that passes through
everything weighed
tagged
catalogued
against its resonance
ghosts shuttled through the appropriate
throbbing conduits
ghosts, inconclusive data billowing
the gauzy web of a child’s taxonomy
as if sailcloth.
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