My Father Was Not A Number

23 axels spinning on one axiom

22 prophets praying for a profit

21 riddles wringing out hidden meanings

20 certainties circle above a set of strange circumstances

19— 0

My father was not a number

He was a love letter

A lexicon-man

A cypher with a large whisky

Dead set on living

Leaning left

To the Far North

With self-worth to spare

For all who wished us

– his closest familiars-

The very best

(We remember him as a holistic thinker:

He was the Great Work and the Great Work was he) 

 

 

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