7379 = 47 x 157
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
7380
Then how should I begin
7381 = 112 x 61
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
7382
And how should I presume?
7383 = 3 x 23 x 107
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
7384
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
7485 = 5 x 7 x 211
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
7486
Is it perfume from a dress
7487, prime.
That makes me so digress?
7488 (glad to see we skipped a hundred. Yay)
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
Oh, dear, what a mess! I did it again, I am not concentrated any more. Scheisse.
7489
And should I then presume?
[Don’t sweat it. It’s happened before, and we just keep going anyway.]
7490
And how should I begin?
[Yes, but 5 x 7 x 211 is 7385! Only I wrote something different. We will never bring the universe to an end like that.]
7491
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[Hey this is the Count to a Million thread game, not the “Nine Billion Names of God” story.]
7492
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[Are you sure? 
]
7493
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? …
[I’ll look out the window tonight. If I see the stars going out one by one, I’ll start to worry.]
7494
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[Nah, don’t worry, that’s just the clouds. We are still 992.505 short of the goal.]
7495
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[Well, let’s keep going, then.]
7496
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
7497
Smoothed by long fingers,