"song that preys on no one / and is unconscious of its joy"
What if the numbers don't mean
Anything? What if
The questions can't be answered
By evidence-based research?
Nothing bad, nothing
Good, the empty set "what if?"
Then the poetry begins
To fade, that singing
Based on counting forever,
Even in counting's absence.
Well, and it should fade.
That's the beauty of nothing,
A sudden drop in pressure,
The rush, the embrace
That makes the heart go under.
It's when the numbers don't count
That measures grow sweet.
We'll never know what we mean.
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