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arc, Creation, Creativity, Divine, love, Mathematics, numbers, poem, poetry, Pythagoras, self-defence
BY THE NUMBERS
it’s a
simple life
wickedly simple
life
describes a near-
perfect arc
virtually complete
yet not quite absolute
circle of protection
but what
do you not already know
about
the logic
of prime numbers and
such sacred figures
I write
I compute
long
may be it be so
virtue of my
Pythagoras soul
and between
those dormant lives
far from
tragedy and
(equally) torture
I love
I fight
die
as no
man should
yet
back to back
we take our stance
assume
the position
the arc
of together
turned defensive tangent
against the world
for you and I
the radical being of
our difference
made it so
became our
configuration
who
serves to
tries to break
let him suffer
your, my,
razor-
sharp arc of self-separation
(priceless the
stupid look on
that most zero of faces)