Our Computations –

here, the Sterile solutions, the

Macabre

waiting of the Unsaid; here

We stand, backs

to the Wall, impugning our

own dignity

with Censured Grace and lined hands

calling

our Sisters over

the Waters to Greet us Here; here,

Where we

can hold forth sure with unkempt

Piety, the mute

Soldiers

weaned on War

and Delivered to

a quiet bloodbath of Shame un-

Warranted by

any measured treatise

or tactful

Glance -- We are imbued with

a distant Logic, a

Numerical

embrace which

holds us

Fast as to a firm equation of Sensate

variables, the

Acute proof

of our precious longing

un-

attached--

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