Constancy


What was true without your number-sequence
to right, to glue all ends at their perfect
seam?  What integrity, what honest sense
will circles make when Nature's laws deflect
that simple equation?  Where do arcs meet
a mate when broken, when they spiral down
the z-axis like zeros on the fleet
flagship?  Space and Time, like sailors, drown
in empty-set seas; this incongruence
defies bounds, and all textbooks will flicker
too faint to replace lost luminescence.
As we crawl and spin in search of vector,
anathema usurps all math and maps,
and poles collide.  Uncharted worlds collapse.