Fractional Dementia
S, thanks for the inspiration. This one is for you.
You are a pattern in chaos
A vertex here, a circle there
Within that closed space
You hold
But what is
An entire world
Numbers and facts
You can be reduced to those
Ayes and nays said
About your life
The closed space holds
Matter that is infinite
Affairs, living, food and being
That tattles across
In many, many ways
Then comes a man
Spirited and drunk
And tugs at chaos
That very pattern
Defined by fragrances and nodes
"Nay, woman, where is your morality?"
The floating point is taken over
By bubbles and pine cones
Closed spaces do not have any character
Not even those fine wrinkles
Closed spaced do not hold any meaning
Not even when broken.
posted by Prat @ 8:13 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
A fine poem, strong and profound.
I like the corrollaries you draw between math and behaviour in life.
(This reminds me of a blog friend.)
the first and second lines captivated me. i imagine saying that to someone whom i love who is deeply complex.
Who ever you wrote this for is one damned lucky person. I just hope that person looks up and realizes that as much. Lovely words. They speak of a yearning that goes beyond the words on your page. Right inside you, into you.
Ah! The writer and the mathematician. :)
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