It’s because of money that we know time, too, comes in measurable units. In the same coin you can have suns & seeds of millet, atoms in their molecules not exactly dancing, footprints of giant millipedes—a small universe designed to frustrate anyone with arithmomania. You and I might find ourselves on opposite sides, a Janus. Every time you shake your head, mine nods, & when I rock with laughter it makes you seasick. Less like reflection, then, than echoing, this give-&-take, because with each pass there’s a little less. Modularity had something to do with it once, but now the coin is its own metal. The decorative columns might as well go back to being trunks; soon our clearing will be nothing but a stifled yawn.
See the response by Rachel Rawlins, “Fruit.”
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Thanks for the auspicious writeup. It actually used to be a entertainment account it. Glance advanced to far brought agreeable from you! However, how can we communicate?
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Hahahahaha! That comment made me laugh. A lot. Ideal response.
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O.K., just for you I’ll let it stand (after removing the link).
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You are very kind :-)
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huh..wha??
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As it says in my Bio, please don’t assume a poem in the first person is autobiographical.
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Or a second person. It’s very gloomy though, isn’t it. That’s why the “auspicious agreeable entertainment” made me laugh.
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I liked the last line, “How can we communicate?” How, indeed.
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Well quite.
I’m finding your comments thread quite cosy though.