the section, runs
fingers--the text,
in texts, transliteration
half-garbled the world runs
on broken translation,
into
haphazard meaning--
the figures, hung together,
run into definition
contra hope, run
counter ambition, against
meaning
haze before the window,
this poor constellation of letters
and lines, this shuddering
collection of half-remembered
insights,
aggregated but not understood--
run against time, these poor fools
these days will be mis-remembered
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