It's Something

So you think you're immune?
How about another dose?
You shake your head--
What means that?

How many suns are you?
Can you count what's enough?
Can you see the horizon, perhaps?
Does it even apply?

How many suns are you?
What makes you think you can count?
See your fingers?
No? Won't you let me see?

Who taught you these numbers?
Who bent and stretched your fingers?
You are shaking it before me?
You think it's all right?

Who are you pointing to?
Do you know what you're doing?
Is she even there?
You think you're here?

--Brian Brotarlo

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