I am the silent choir. I am the top
of the slush pile.
I am sleeping inside your pocket.
I am the gatherer of secrets
in my nest of old headlines.
I am Icarus, scaling the maze
before flight and I am Houdini,
with supple spine.
I am a mathematician;
I am a mathematician;
I can multiply.
I am looking to master
I am looking to master
mischief’s map, whatever
X might mark the spot of.
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