there was no division

in central theory 

    the facts were anomalous 

   we righted the rain

 the simplicity of stasis 

 was nauseating at best 

   still 

                                                    the borders gave much to be desired 

        some flags were waived 

                                                            some asymptomatic intuitions ignored  

         three times three is still nine where I come from

                                 but you wouldn't know that from the looks we got 

             purple and red 

                             it reminded me of when you were reading that book in Paris

                             and I got mad and threw it out the window 

     so you jumped