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title: "Let's start with something simple:"
genre: verse
id: something-simple
toc: "Something simple"
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: autocento
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| in mammals the ratio between bladder size
| and urethra is such that it takes
| all of them the same time to piss. Take
| for example the fact that Fibonnacci
| numbers show up everywhere. How can you
| look at this at all of this all of
| these facts and tell me to my face there
| is no God? And yet there isn't
| you murmer quietly into my ear over
| and over like a low tide sounding
| its lonely waves on an abandoned beach.
| The ocean that birthed us holds us
| still. We are tied, you and I, together
| in her arms. The [moon, caring father,][moon]
| looks down from a dispassionate sky.
[moon]: moon-drowning.html
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