time is strange
things that will be were
and things that were will be.

and it's all now
it all was
it all will never be

all of it will
all of it did

and we're in the now
but that's relative
because we were in the now
before
and if that was the now then
where are we
                                                              ­ now?

∑  nPk,   ∝ ≫ x! π f (x) ∞ x ≡ φ 3√a N(μ,σ2) <:)


In English:
The sum of the probabilities that your poem will trend is proportional, but greater than the factorial of the constant pi, when the function of x is leminscate (infinity), and when the value of the x variable is identical to the golden ratio constant, or when the cubed root of the normal distribution of love.

Finally,
finally
finds
you well.

It is the word you supply,
when asked
100 times a day

How are you?

How ya doing?

Answer:

Well,
I am well.

for my life, my poetry,
me, all of us,
are trending,
now that I have found,
found and solved,
the formula for
my-piece of the
Normal Distribution
of love

for the first time
i am not staying alive
for the good of
every one else

(for the first time
i'm learning
how to love myself)