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