6 and 9


instead of seeing the Six
I saw its hole
the lower loop visible in most text
unless allowed to escape due sloppiness or haste

I was looking deep in there
no flowers but much turf,
sand and conch,
mulch is life here this day

so small the empty parts of loved
or despised numerals,
the ache of Nine
it’s heady ignorance of gravity

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