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Numbers

A myriad of absolucy stares and blinks.
The precise calculation of controlled vastness
Yet an imperious freedom, unconstrained links,
A braided untamed horse for Man to harness.



A language, a rawness, a shifting equation,
The manichean duality of this totalitarian entity
Leaves a thousand connections for one to question
In the autocratic world of its infinity.

History repeats in a cycle of counting:
Centuries and seconds, after and before,
Creation's cornerstones, always lurking
Behind kings and children, and peace, and war.

Paradoxical artificial contraptions
Rule among all with unchallenged permission:
How we live, and die, under their regulations,
Obvious as Earth's rhythmical rotation.

Limitless swirl of a shrinking fractal
Hides in its dead center, the end of all.

-Estelle Wallis, April 2019

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