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you can only fold a piece of paper eleven times
No matter how large
What if it were as large as a flag
what if it were an enormous sail
Could you fold it seventy times seven
Could you bend back once again
Im shocked, still
By the number of whirling stars in the sky
Darkening and darkening again.
Here you are and you’re white heat
Here I am , moving slow meanwhile
Everything inside my head’s moving delirious high speed
Wan and glum but there’s real love
In the squared oval cast of my face
pinned til daylight