bald pi

gonad black and white on the ground
it is clear that he is correcting me
with an eye larger than its head
these are the eyes of thieves
~when my eyes went
one evening pi changed my head

my brother? - he is a liar
with flour between his teeth
it is he his feet shaped like crosses
but who turns off there here
who controls the wind
in this tree

the black toad on the white floor
undoubtedly fixes me
my broken portion decimated
these are iron braided bridges
spiral helices where sphinxes climb
mincing before the wampum

clear red
are the sailors who move
up and down the posts
and larger masts
the midday sun blasting through
you can make data anywhere
inside the wind

in the tumult and quarrel
the mana of osiris
is a rocking chair
where one thin elongated
gonad sits erect
counting pi

my cousin is a pebble
which has slid
to the back of the wardrobe

crabs on wheels
transport
the hands of fools
it is clear that he is correcting me
my ivory ovaries
are numbers


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