FIRST FIRST

All points west towards a national insatiability
An index of learning when theirs was theirs
And yours beyond process or contour, disowned
With numbers cut loose by the way of all flesh
Still longing for collision or heading for two
National firsts, the pyramid on hold
From expanding within, from overpowering
My land’s forensic scene
As there will be no synchronization
Till  my distastes become theirs

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