'Math of Sound'

in the numbers of sound

countless is the degree

of black and sunbeams

circles prevail

and stories linger on

the lower third

as slow dangles

on a cigarette

and rises not

she makes noises

and the numbers climb - hang

in the ash-sh-sh-tray

countful of stories



un and un

in the un-ness

the provocations locate

the master plan

the sun rises to the middle third

and beams reflect

light not known to noise

she figures the sounds

and equations don't add up

on wet paper

as countless faces caress

the light of the night

so singular the perfection

of this direction

so darling this movement

of sound and flurry

as we listen