The mathematical measurement of emotions
Is based off how fast they run
Set all up at the same level white line
Each toeing the chalky powder on cement
All at once taking off at the sound of a gun
Each running-panting in a race whose finish line
Always wraps around to the start again
In an arena where bullets don’t run out
And the chalk is always fresh
Where the winner and loser always play the same role
As math and measures are stagnant
Offering no hope for healing or progress  
The fast step that tears make
Forever beating out the long strides that hurt takes.