i believe in an eternity,
and the possibility
of unlearning the english
langauge...
or at least:
that's beginning
with a hope, thus, summerißed;
perfectly correlated
to what geometry does already:
i.e. building a fence;
and that's where you might find me:
oddly content with such
a closure of what others claim to be:
a great mystery of life;
otherwise known as **** (a)
and **** (b): both make a plop sound
into the toilet:
  or claim to reign, enclosed in
a monarch's second cranium of a crown.
i give eternity one governing
event: me, unlearning the english tongue...
  it's almost like my soul is infested
with fleas! it's so ****** itchy!
yuck!