There was never war 

But that prefiguring the mind

From the arrhythmia of emotion,

So count on humanity 

Like the weather 

That keeps you hidden

Indoors,

Count on five fingers,

Halves of everything whole,

Count the body you oppose, 

know it to be yours,

Lose your toes

In the sound

Let it snow

Sand, once more

For in old age 

The child

Forever forgets 

How to count

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