What a divine invention! We learned to count. Bluntly. With you. No stone swirls. Without disturbing edges. To stay next to your reason. In case you appear with a look of disaster. Surrounded by contours of looks. As love can over the body. Without him. With the. Facts in the vacuum of thought. No visible catastrophes. For the few who are alive they know. Of that hour of succumbing. On the branches at times of dawn.