One, 1, None (Sixth Draft)

The Governor's Mansion in the Early Morning of Pi Day (14 March 2012)

See a seen.
A shape inviolate
of wonder often has possi
bilities unthought.Numbers expressed arean orb extended. Raysrecall an orchestral set. The musiciancan do whatnot,exploringmusic.
To restrict—district—them, ascatteredcantata, a testedsymbology,two beautiful songbirdsare wrapped,caged, &
freed, released toextension, allowedroom, extrapolating that value encompassed via
motions, thoughts, a simple cusp,
intent of accident,stasis in
glorious manifests,englobing, arousing, merged in, entirely
one. That becoming, anocean via duct:to 3, 4—counted,
adding reality,intention, removing it, asubtlety.
Subtlety moving around,away, to convince, to see. . . .
fisher, finder, whatfingers
eradicate, and foreskin,just what oceans
encompass: beach, reach,
tense reaction to it.Was I enraged by seven or seventeen ways?
Relative I be, relativewerenumerals: 9, 8, 7.Foreverwere these
to encroach from 1
to another,
a resistant sea, ecstaticsways,to a 1.
Waves, waves, waves,undulants, silver thatmust alwaysbe as blackened
suns, constant,radiating, cooled,thus penumbral and
and opening a carefully formed holeintoan expected movement. A
signifier extends everymotion(motion again).Destitute, our aimmust then reveal a or numerous ways(version sings slowly)that meanings beall our febrile reactionfeebly creates.Dawdling,and a motion moveson several: I am
a dispersed,
disturbed, alost pearl, wrecked,taut, achingly found.Reveal, dispel ponderousor, say, just limpid
ore, that sickened, waste&
fast depth that can belittle, little more tortured by 1 way,our injurious way:curtly.
Scented, an orange,
or even essential,a same, O, an olfactory way, distant, toeven fewer memories,serials:

blendsblonds
blandsfor a sense, hints, devotion,demotion,a hurried time,faceless,heedless,a fever to
eradicate,to
imbricatescents, toremember, todismemberan often made
reversion, aversion, a verse forvision, made forsimple hungers,handmade, burnished,or piledpresently:
our motion

a 1for our
fewer:our
manys haveexpanded,extendedto

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For the sixth time, I work on my piem, a poem based on the numeral that make up pi, the title in three words for the whole number 3 (but in number of characters for its usual designation as 3.14), and the poem itself based on the infinite working out of that fraction that is the strange focal point of our obsessive interest in pi. Each word in a piem has the number of letters as a value of a numeral in pi, and the zeros are represented by strophe breaks. This poem itself is about numbers and perception. Somehow I make it an intelligible poem, but one that takes a little effort to ingest and digest. I write this piem only on Pi Day, March 14th (3/14, 3.14).  
ecr. l'inf.