a poem by me from a collection entitled Rhyme-Scheme Lizards
when he died
when told she loved you
how did you feel inside ?
walking along with the inexplicable
running from the quiz you hide
science is cool
but science can’t help
your unprogrammable search
building, testing new hypotheses
grew too big for it’s church
nights are thickets
sun-spun coteries
rife with dreams to enhance
the neural crux of sleeping reverie
your true manifest stance
days are tickets
you’re His lottery
life is a numbers dance
the sum total of hours, minutes, seconds
your mathematical chance
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