λπ∑∞
the mathematics of
your romance
command a sense of futility
if you die in the
arms of your lover
they weight your unbeating heart.
unencumbered thusly we know
the shape of all things
shapeless
the form of the
inexplicable
the number of god.
i ask again your dividend + see
your glasses on the nightstand
and understand the
fragile
uncertainty of love.
Dec
2 / 03