1134

1134
Peter Andes

1134. The numbers haunt me ever more.
Cold, artificial, not for me they care for.
One thousand dead. 1,000 dead:
it matters not outside my head.
Two cry when one dies,
as humanity in relief sighs.
1134. Indiscriminate, only true or false,
mere signs and symbols make planets waltz.
Nature knows not only right or wrong,
so why should it be the human song?
Are there not degrees of each and every to see,
are they lost to lifelessness; poison for the tree?
Order, order the faceless dirge they say,
and chaos and anarchy generously go away.
Though without authoritarian maiden of symmetry,
order and entities would still exist, wouldn't we?
1134. I tried to love her, despite her unimagination,
her endless problems, enigma, and tedious divination.
For she is beautiful and chilling in reflection,
awe-inducing incomprehensible perfection.
I love the idea of her but cannot stomach any more,
awed I am still at those who can woo her like a whore.
I have not the skill so must be ever in solitude, alone;
and thus what I cannot have I loathe to the very bone.
Since the end of our affair she viciously slights,
with hastate fangs she gouges and cruelly bites.
Pythagoras how could you love a women so cold,
and Euclid, too, in your wooing so bold?
Kepler, Newton, your savior she was for you,
mystically mesmerizing with the answer true.
I have not your mind or patience to pursue her such,
I scorn her, slander her, and dire ill wish her much.
But even as I speak in scorn, Irony readies his harsh whips,
to knock me on my knees as hypocrisy passes my lips.
In this mentality I am not above you, but rather far below,
as, quite lucid, my vain pondering that manifests show.
1134. Yet metallic hand that frees, to, binds the chains,
and for all of advancement, who really holds the reigns?
(When this symphony ceases and eternity creases)
1134. Inhospitable system that I so vehemently abhor;
1134. It shows how, but naught why or what we live for;
1134. Would we really want to live any longer, any more,
in a world of euphoric perfection with a lock on every door?
1134.