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It Appears In The Pattern Of Fibonacci, Isosceles triangles and tangents
when winter comes baring its cold teeth
I seek warmth
the hazy sky reflects grey depths
that sit just behind my eyes
it seems to trigger a migration
I started
with mathematics that has
rational answers
but I think Dostoyevsky said it best
when he said man was not a piano key
I try to find stars behind the clouds
galaxies and imagination
we all have to believe
with faith
because if you can’t believe
how can you realise your dreams
know what’s tangible
I get lost in my own
contradictions
things that don’t compute in sequences
or triangles
or numbers written in perfect code
an agent of chaos spreads chaotic wings
writes some words
finds a tangent in a circle
alters course
somehow
I’m left with a pile of rubble
broken dreams
clinging to faith
as if it’s my Bible and I’m trying to find
rational answers to my metaphysical being
in parables
I count to ten backwards
and I’m still awake
clinging to cloud like it’s concrete
somewhere in there
your name whispers in my marrow
as if you were hidden
in smoke I could not grasp
but breathed you in all the same
I seek warmth
the hazy sky reflects grey depths
that sit just behind my eyes
it seems to trigger a migration
I started
with mathematics that has
rational answers
but I think Dostoyevsky said it best
when he said man was not a piano key
I try to find stars behind the clouds
galaxies and imagination
we all have to believe
with faith
because if you can’t believe
how can you realise your dreams
know what’s tangible
I get lost in my own
contradictions
things that don’t compute in sequences
or triangles
or numbers written in perfect code
an agent of chaos spreads chaotic wings
writes some words
finds a tangent in a circle
alters course
somehow
I’m left with a pile of rubble
broken dreams
clinging to faith
as if it’s my Bible and I’m trying to find
rational answers to my metaphysical being
in parables
I count to ten backwards
and I’m still awake
clinging to cloud like it’s concrete
somewhere in there
your name whispers in my marrow
as if you were hidden
in smoke I could not grasp
but breathed you in all the same
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