Numbers

What weird shapes are you that bend
And flicker in my mind without faltering.

And how do your flexible bodies twist and fuse together inside
My mind? You twirl silently

Like contorted lines waltzing in and out as
Your squiggles of symbols intertwine before me.

Such antique hieroglyphics etched on paper –
An essay in Pascal's alphabet.

I carve you with my ballpoint as you fill
The page. And you horridly fill my head again.

You whizz across reality,
Out of and into my head and I see you

Skirting along my board of
Imagination, deep into my dark, dreamy eyes,

You force the sleep out of my lead-heavy eyelids.