uncontrolled experiment
nights seem to last longer when I count
one Mississippi two Mississippi
not doing much
only watching you sleep now
your mouth a little bit open
my mouth a little bit open
Why are you so uneducated you once asked
It's true I can't read music charts spreadsheets
the future the signs the leaves your face
the racing forms
But stats ok yes
Statistic of impermanence
statistic of desire
YOU WERE HERE
says the silvery green light of time
breathing in and out like any mortal
eight Mississippi nine—
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