Poem #8

numeric memory the one,
two, the more and
All is essential
or restrictive, hours'
unadornment aggregates from
there we discern such
a tiny every,

is planing and is elevating
"voices like golden trumpets"

recallwhile they begin.
Not a buzz assembles
our misses.One seize
over anotherone hand
overdo onto

Julia Blumenreich

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