adding up

MATHEMATICS: Me = 1

This new thing that I have
(pause)

To my great amazement, you reach perfection every time
With you I’m content – every time…!
It may lapse for a moment, I may wake up from the dream, once in a while
But all in all, you’re never wrong ; you always hit the spot, always reach within

I’m puzzled by you…
I sit still, it’s so very quiet – even my thoughts have seized to run amok
I sit and I listen
(whispered)
to the rushing of my blood, the jolting of my heart, and the aching of my bones
I sit still, without thinking, but still working overtime

How could I hide all this commotion? How could I.
So, unfortunately, everyone can see
It’s in the centre of me, that’s were it all happens ; my core, my essence
So, unfortunately, it’s impossible to hide

Sketch me on a piece of paper, take a ruler, make a grid
Diagonal ; horizontal, vertical
Locate the focal point
Then look, look carefully, and write down the co-ordinates
So, if ever I am lost from you, you can sum me up, make me reappear

Pure mathematics : multiplied with one, one is still a total one

I sit still, it’s so very quiet – but now I’m thinking again
Like a complex formula ; it took a while to contemplate, but now it’s crystal clear :

So afraid of being ‘none’,
I forgot that I am ‘1’
No less, that is, even if with zero added
And more to that : I’ll always have a focal point, no matter if it’s fixed or in a flux
I’m always centred, always Me

So afraid of being ‘none’
I forgot the other side ; the sum
Derived from the answer, a new pattern appears :
You’re not the first …and not the last to move me

Mathematics, it’s endless

I could do these calculations forever, like a human supermachine
But I’ll stop now,
they’re waiting for me (they = carpe diem, sister)
I have other things to do