we're on all the time,
there is no clocking out.
there are no set hours,
it might be day, it might be night,
watchman, look out.
when you're awake, you work.
there may not be a paycheck
to account for the time;
but it is counted..
like the hairs on a head.
no number is an accident.
life is mathematical precision
all around us.
some find in the anomalies
enough improbabilities
to give them proof.
and isn't that ironic.
halleluyah.
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