It’s not capacity if you’re at the ballpark
glittering in one gelatinous mass
of team on head
I sat there perceiving and the numbers
soared like helioglobin
Don’t pretend we’re ancients
We’re new as devouring
eyes and nails in hand
I penciled the numbers
The numbers left me empty I left
the numbers and held you
as soft as feet pressed
The radio ran through us like we ran
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