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Numbers transfigure into another skin How I hate the countless ways Of meaningless days Day by day I peer through the haze Hoping to find some calculation A hand to navigate Numbers seem to agitate Counting the days remaining Standing in the reign of fools Pretending to deduce the antitheses of our being Hypothesizing how life began Theorizing this & that Debating history with fact Numbers linger in the air Before too long we'll suffocate Disintegrate into a billion pieces Never to see the conclusion of our fate.