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Journey to 4

When the blood covered
the stones,
3 was created

It was then
That the staple guns
Came out

1 was a motion – imperceptible
2 was an equation –
the question and the answer.
3 looked like a rain puddle.
3 was made of metal.

With a blowtorch,
The creation of 4 as a
fine piece of art

The whole is less than
The sum of its parts

Permanent subtraction,
Each a negative
Sucking from her own math

Under the bitter heat
This metal does not
Waver.