5.
Red, chlorophyll count it quickly message red
but I had only five fingers and she reddened
with her bellows the count to give way:
numbers tell secrets, answer, calculi
calculation stone, white pebble black
I like the stones more than what you meant
Green Lion caught in the window again,
tread lighter than broken sticks I forget to breathe
she said, nameless personage on a nameless shore
like Cortez they labelled a god; to be innocent at last.
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