#217 architects of invisible maths
b'it\\u2019s all a lie we pretend\\nwe can do without\\nthat we\\u2019d give it up\\nin an instant trading\\nit for what we build\\nfrom the ground up\\nevery night under\\nthe moon and the\\nblanket dreaming it\\ninto a temporary non\\nreality that we walk\\nout of somewhere\\nbetween waking and\\nwater for the coffee\\na smile erased by \\nthe first person to\\nbreak the silence\\nof the day already\\nhaving theirs vanish\\nmoments before like\\neveryone else every\\nday we desperately\\nwait for the blankets\\nand darkness so once\\nagain architects of\\ninvisible maths and\\nabstraction we can rebuild \\nourselves anew to be\\ndropped in a world\\nwhere possibilities\\nlike starlight echoing\\nacross raindrops in the\\nnight pines are endless\\n\\nbhagiti 11.23.07 perrysburg, oh'