I love all the fractions of you The impossible recurrences Your limited coherence
Your infinite indices and surds I want all the fractions of you assembled Into something that can be inferred
A calculus of changes Your moods and geometries The simple graphs and intricacies
Ripped apart and redrawn Such integrations are demanded If you are to be conformed
The bipolar states Of your boundary conditions All the fractions and translations
Do they make any kind of sense? Is how we define you to be At all what was meant?
I take you apart, I put you together The pages of theories Just an unending treatise
Failing to reach any conclusion No Quod Erat Demonstrandum Just Reducto Absurdum
You are a fact of the world Irrational but constant The ultimate unity, impossibly distant
Computationally illusive but beguiling A puzzle and a pathway, inspiring A clue the Universe has some kind of wiring.
Tommy Randell 16th February 2017
I just thought for a change I would use words from one of my other Languages - Mathematics, of course - to say something about Love being a Universal constant and that Loving means there might be meaning in the Universe too ...