Thursday, July 07, 2005

2..3..5

Reborn out of
 relations and fallacies
We are what
 Odds and evens are
Some whole, some rational
 Numbered days
On an exponential space
 Infinitum and voids
Completing existence
 Everyday, a result
Of certain yesterdays
 Which series amongst them
Am I - that nobody counts on
 in this god's sacred

    Fibonacci...

8 comments:

S.L. Corsua said...

Which series amongst them
Am I - that nobody counts on


I ask myself a similar query sometimes... And when it hits me that beyond the equation there is merely isolation... well, I tend to indulge in pathos and write... Sigh.

: M : said...

square pegs in round holes.
me vs. myself.

Blue Athena said...

I love the juxtaposition. And, as long as you count on yourself, all's well! :)

Anonymous said...

love each creation :) added you to my links.

L~

Tabula_Rasa said...

U played with words,played with numbers.
Nice write up

: M : said...

hey...dont catch you on nowadays..whats the deal bud?

Anonymous said...

no new poems? :) by the way, thank you for linking me up.

L~

S.L. Corsua said...

Patiently waiting...
I miss your poems, dear. :(