September
is hard. The sums won’t add up. Leave them alone. The statistics are
intractable. They tell us just what we don’t want to know. Tell us enough to
want some personal space. They are ‘significant’. The numbers are hard,
formally addressing the unconscious, indifferent to its response. Braincap is
hard. Its joins barely soften with springtime. Unique shape of each face, there
as if to challenge science. Hard looks. Hard-wired conversation. Good
morning. How are you? Hard facts mingle with terrible puns. You think that? Our
energy future is solar and wind. Is that so hard? Blossoms break forth.
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