many days

I see
I still 

have many days
- if nothing happens
untoward. I count
them in by twos,
by eye, in give
and give 'til take's
aboard. Who's counting,
anyway? Just one,
not I,
or

maybe no one
is.

Some spooky
thought, but that's
the biz. Already
bought and sold
in mind. Left lying 

everywhere
to find, in everything
that ever was, or
never is.