Spare Change About The Universe

I.
twelve times nine
is
one-oh-eight
and suddenly
that is all to
understanding
the universe
except
that heavy breathing
on the other side of
the glass
screen.

which is the
sound of
shadow
sitting there in
mahogany nuances

(yes nuance
is the correct
wording)

counting out the copper currency, twelve end face up and nine face down so apparently, checkered against the green foam wall:

II.
a doctor
sitting
at
a table
figuring
sums
a Renaissance
portrait
of
Apollo
hanging
his
own
private fresco
and his dogs
are
clicking
across
the
furnished floor

the shadow of the church next door, the
Protestant minister going by morning
and watering wisteria trees and the
doctor, a sensible man knows that
twelve by nine is not a life sentence
nor an age limit but the change
in his bureau drawers

and he is a lonely
man in theory only:
the church shadows the
minister's violet flowers
the Hippocratic Oath at
the dark corner of his mind
along the sense of belief
and Grecian pottery.

he has healed many and lost many and reduced to praying over a calculator for the figures to work out correctly so that the universe may go one existing

III.
that is the
thing of
numbers
one adds on
to one and

the planet
circles one
by one growing
older and birthing
at once