after "Infinite Sets" by Jon Wonham
O blink me the oblique apex of the whole low curves
of an elusive sum swinging aslope intersecting lives
merged articulations emerging in cropped selves’
perfect resemblance of parity’s particularities
pried omens clam-shelled fingergrasped wonder
at the endless wandering refractions splinter-spluttering
contractions of I end-stopped by the eye, seen, to preen
in the mean median of the obtuse obfuscation gazing
green underhill or taken or whelmed, a realm of
omniscient over climaxing or –es in the growl fowl merged
to grapple blossom and seeded back to black cores' cords
suck sipped juiced jittering worm in the worldly wormhole
of this apple set (stet) infinite passageways beyond O overt
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