Monday, September 1, 2014

Abstract Number None

We are all figures, none of us signs,
None of us incalculable, none
Transcendently meaningful now.

There is a hinge, however, in us
That allows for moral accounting,
The ghost of a sign, a convenience.

The accounting is arbitrary
And essential: no human escapes
The deciphering gaze that matters.

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