there are those times
when I’m connected to the math
              and it means universes (multiverses, even)
                                    spinning proton shells
                                    the fractal of social interaction
                                    —life.
and there are others
when one and one and one and seven
              and cosecant or arcsine of e
              pi of a logarithm, natural or manmade
              means…
                                    well
                                    maybe if I took the integral of yesterday
                                    I’d get a more real answer.
Perhaps it is a writer’s freedom
to say that the square root of negative one
              exists, and to spin
              webs of dreaming with its lovely irrationality
              or
                                    to carve it into a Pygmalion
                                    to raise it like a drowned Icarus, flying home to Minos
                                    to suspend it, hot, above a sleeping Eros’ cheek
if only in my mind.




at cross-purposes with calculu∫ 05.05.15