July 5

Taking things a bit more far, to further
an idea into words you might want
to someday say to yourself
like they were your own abstractions,
like it mattered.

Own up to anything reasonable, able
to, by algebra, prove I'm really the best
at splitting infinities into tidier heaps
of things no one can agree to call
a heap.

Let the words pile, then, let me
help in the sifting sheets made-up
to keep in mites and moisture
among other certain someones; too
tired to mind

much of anything. Hrm. Maybe
we should try to be a bit more
precise in our language,
among other things.