Numbers That Make You

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I have numbers in the back of my head
Ways to count the world.
Numbers still the movememt
The motion of what is
That has yet to cease before me.
Number will conceive
An individual universe
On scales to grand and tedious
Be known to make up everything.
Labels of quite anything.
Numbers are what to be
What lies inside of time, you see.
And hide in decades that fly
wide across a diagonal sky.
Numbers recline so willingly in the air
Mph,
kph.
Numbers are the still
in a world of constant thrill.
Dividing us, deciding us
Elementary to infinity.
Defined and sometimes linear
Perfection is no question
Numbers are exact--
An epiphany of a symphony.
Music notes.
Things to count.
Fingers hands and toes.
Making the world seen in eyes of little curvatures
Both boundless and confined.
Numbers exist for miles of time.
You are made of numbers.
Formed free of boundaries.
All that coiled DNA,
What to be made of it?
So if you feel like you never really fit,
Remember your numbers.
How they belong not only to encumber
But to reveal your real wonder.
One step is a measure.
Revealing all that mathematical pleasure.
A ruler marked with a time line.
Tools will have what they want with numbers, that's fine.
6
7
3
8
10.
300
200
6,000
50.
Dollars.
Millimeters.
Liters.
Pounds.
It's abundance.
An explanation of creation.
A means of communication.
What
will numbers make you?

-s.l

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