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"The Auditing" We are all numbers aren’t we? continually, we are audited daily, we audit each other regularly but we aren't regular we are the noun that rhymes with britches too big for political correctness you could burn us like a word that rhymes with stitches but do that, you're not born, you're non-existent caught up in the net God's apron shelling green peas a small war waiting for the lucky pot like judgement waiting the torrid asizes can't live can't live without counting beans like eggs in a basket your first bedroom the noun that rhymes with room we, the fairer, are never just numbers on a page to be flipped casually you sit there counting birds sitting on a wire ovens for baking blackbirds baked in a pie, the pie eventually cracks canals split wide open blackbirds now are flying ... out we think about it all believe you me we remember the first number and last number on call how many years together how many years apart how many hours until tomorrow how many seconds until we part it is amazing what can and can’t buy life and love inconsequentially like art We are all numbers every book has its pages One book has its numbers and even then, we aren’t long enough to entertain the concept of what is and what is not large or small revelation ... the auditing, like a black ball drops (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) "When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. Now wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?"

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The Auditing

"The Auditing" We are all numbers aren’t we? continually, we are audited daily, we audit each other regularly but we aren't regular we are the noun that rhymes with britches too big for political correctness you could burn us like a word that rhymes with stitches but do that, you're not born, you're non-existent caught up in the net God's apron shelling green peas a small war waiting for the lucky pot like judgement waiting the torrid asizes can't live can't live without counting beans like eggs in a basket your first bedroom the noun that rhymes with room we, the fairer, are never just numbers on a page to be flipped casually you sit there counting birds sitting on a wire ovens for baking blackbirds baked in a pie, the pie eventually cracks canals split wide open blackbirds now are flying ... out we think about it all believe you me we remember the first number and last number on call how many years together how many years apart how many hours until tomorrow how many seconds until we part it is amazing what can and can’t buy life and love inconsequentially like art We are all numbers every book has its pages One book has its numbers and even then, we aren’t long enough to entertain the concept of what is and what is not large or small revelation ... the auditing, like a black ball drops (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) "When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. Now wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?"