We met
these girls
and boys
in a bar not far
from here.
Their multivaried
accents, rich
pretensions
of swinging opulent
jewels, handbags.
Their cool demeanor
demanded.
Our attention
and it was riveted
in the back of our skulls,
we nearly stopped
to check the pain
but kept on instead.
These people wont
stop for no man,
no woman.
Their knowledge
demands it
and demands itself.
Of the rain coasting
on the street only the
lights got reflected in
our path, only numbers
remained at last,
interconnections.
Letters were subsumed
in the math, spiraled away.
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