First, you have one ,and now
You subtract a two from one.

And divide it by any number
You get to meet your infinity

A rail track destined to meet
Its self ,at some point in time.

That is old spiel of rail tracks
We were scared would meet.

We have delicious possibility
If it’s meeting at some infinity

At infinity of soap and water
In the endless snake of flesh

Where it will gurgle and blow
And fly its ash on world things

Cover all our faces with death
And we meet self dangerously .

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