This Time, This Space

And This Knowledge, clinging

Closely to simple numbers

He shouted at the sky

 

What now? How can

He remain calm, needing

Answers and revelations to

Fine Structure Constants

 

He loves, he hurts

And then he sleeps, dreaming

Of thee mysterious woman

Anima divine

 

Dancing, down stairs

And then she stops, pointing

To thee deffraction patterns

Bands of light and life

 

They hum, they glow

And then they burn, forming

Slowly unfolding patterns

In shells and in the stars

 

He wakes, he laughs

And then he cries, counting

Every last cosmic number

In Truth, in Death, in All