I arrange things a certain way,
no empiricism can quantify
the mathematics of these arrangements.
They are beyond mathematics,
alone in the hall with pseudoscience
and raw compulsion.
Tallest to smallest,
over and again.
You cannot possibly hope
to translate this language,
to become fluent.
You know this,
I know this too.
But still you seem willing
to try.
Like books running
tallest to smallest,
that makes me feel right,
and seems beautiful.
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