Since I know
only geometry and trigonometry
of heights and angles
the displacement
parallax
in your skies
But
What can I say
of hide and seek
that, you play
on my bodily existence
And, measure my worth
from this birth to that
Placing displacement -
Further off from you
What learning
you rote
into your measure, that
I never feel safe
Living here and there, beggerly
Trumpeting sky after skies
Rest me
into you -
By that
I will not be, blinded by
Your axioms and formulas
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