there are some things that are just written in ink. the books that line my shelf the music I play with my fingers the startling waves I attempt to hurdle my surfboard over the recipe my abuelita passed down to me of her famous tamales my subscription to Bon Appetit these constants anchoring me when characters sketched by pencil become too faint to feel, its these delicate yet sturdy constants that yank me out of sadness with a "remember me?!" with a "remember your abilities, young lady!" "remember your divine calling to perpetually grow!"
the speed of a falling raindrop is 32 feet per second it's something constant i have read about at the science section of a worn down daily.
given different conditions and cloud forms from nimbus to cumulonimbus or if there even exist heavier, darker, sulkier clouds, then it will remain the same.
raindrops will drop at that speed like the way cherry blossoms fall at 5 centimeters per second as identified by Shinkai accompanied by that sad story, sad love song and sad vibrant colors.
i have always expressed adoration at constants starting at elementary algebra when miss hernandez introduced the concept of non changing ever the same values unaffected things like pi or the gravitional pull or even the speed of light itself.
i always get to thinking if constant hearts ever exist or if it does, for how long? ever changing had been a major human quality so is inconsistence a constant in the human heart?
the anatomy of a constant heart is a favorite mind palace of mine i wander at the highest floor taking my time to build up what would be the ideal constancy and perfection to me a woman of digits, numbers and measures
a paradox of consistent inconsistencies wrapped around every pumping chamber smooth muscles embracing the equation like dialogues of yes's and no's between tissues and muscles and blood a focus group discussion of conflicting parallels
my poems are also at wattpad, in the poetry collection titled wild heart. https://www.wattpad.com/story/114674948-wild-heart an online digital collection will be available at issuu on october 2017
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 ...