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Jordie Albiston

math (after)

first you get the number-rush as anyone
might do    you watch your world turn to
nought    put your foot upon the path re
what cannot be said    I've heard before
that 'integers talk like god'    but if I've
done my sums correctly    it's physics
like this    breed numb disbelief    as even
the good book knows    o! that this great
silence of the mind could only be benign!
& the words unspoken that I've forgotten
get themselves writ down!    we leaven
our language & cross each 't'    (well    v
+ y = z!)    till our final umms (yes! all 13)       
divide the very sentence    they fought in