There are numbers everywhere (Meter and flow, words in tow) Getting us from there to here (Meter and flow, all add up) Sometimes rhyming, sometimes not (Meter and flow, all one voice) Hence the final circled step (Meter and flow, meter and flow)
All our words come down to this (Flow and meter, beat and time) Secular within our spirit (Flow and meter, add/subtract) We divinely spill our words (Flow and meter, after all) Pleasures lost and songs unsung (Tear-blood in the meter and flow)
There are numbers everywhere (Meter and flow, sweetly real) Hard division in our hearts (Meter and flow, years and focus) Speak them gently, let them fly (Watch them go, watch them grow) Build the Ages yet to be (Meter and flow, meter and flow).
For Ms. Poncetrayne (yeah, I know I misspelled it... But you have to admit, it looks SOOO much more literary and romantic....)