“The beauty of mathematics lies
in its ability to reveal patterns in chaos”
i.
The compromised attempts to deceive
never go uncharted; in fact they co-exist as rubber
stemming from the pencil one could possess with fortune
clocks strike midnight, all arrows pointed up
as the corks sealed the grape vines shut
the erase marks of their dignity, stained the graph paper
a paralyzing black ink.
what a waste of purses and pearls, seven wonders of the world at some
points and parabolas plastered along the tubed-hallway, the shadow hangout
where could there be room for a chuckle now.
The heels whipped and snapped, cutting halves in the clapping and laughter
Collapsing into wound / her backbone sunk into the leather, dainty fingers raised a toast
and hovered over the box of
Chalk.
With the same intimidation as heel clicks
Would anyone dare to interrupt a woman’s privacy with rage
ii.
Fisting the last ray of the sun, the daughter
scrapes for her / answer clutching sands with depths
near the millions across the beaming Sahara, motions of uniformity familiar
to the great Pyramid / revealing factors from their prime yet
scathing variables leading to demise and / crime
penetrating the roots of the squared-dwelling they called
home / the irrationality of questionable and
overworked, uneven proportions
each side in the wrong
wouldn’t those expressionless
eyes empty your divine / screech
after scratch left with lines
paralleling into strangers who
were never meant to meet
tangents with only one chance at reconcile
parted forever
asymptotes who can get closerandcloser
But will never be together
what is there to forever when there is
no perfect square
iii.
dust engulfed the board / smog left for
a few until a pretty view took its place
in infinity, once eloping zeros tethered
through life now sliced / for good.
for the like and unlike to find coefficiency
math is always a game
once understood.
