the earth beneath her crossdresses, undresses, destresses,
1000 feet tall, she calls to the laws of the universe,
they disperse and gather, form orderly lines and quietly let her bend space & time
atop an astronomically high cliff at the southernmost tip of the edge of the world,
She lures in confabulations, approximations and established equations,
the mathematics of Euler, then she hurls a concoction of words,
to challenge the rhyme of these paradigms,
up high on this cliff, at the southernmost tip of the edge of the world,
these numbers & letters, they completely forget us,
forget to round up the sum of One,
Because i am not i, I am the sum of One.
Up high on this cliff on the southernmost tip at the edge of the world.