Qalqulated from Qontaqt by Daniel J. W!shington

You calculate, so you can't remember names.
There's no sentiment so you can't remember things.
Can't taste the pavement if you're tongue could reach that length.
You stoke the fire, you watch the embers sing.

Beneath concealment, you pushed your face aside.
It's not a costume, and it's seldom a disguise.
You calculate, so you must see:

Half of another half of another half of a quarter of a half of what you could be.

Can't be persuaded out of your air tight approach.
You take your seat and mistake it for a throne.
You see numbers claim superiority.
I block their power, now here they are for me.

Thrust our heads against surface a mile tall,
And we never realize we're beating the same wall.
We calculate so we must dream:

Half of another half of another half of a quarter of a half of what we could dream.

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