Dangling participles, we glide mid air.
Gathering up our sum.
Twisted morphing, adjectives explode.
Semicolon mixed with numeric colors.
Swinging backslash, common numbers swimming.
Sweet sounds of fusing arithmetic.
synthesis our number theory.
Mass we equal quantity.
Do you compute?
Tickering numerical flow,
streams of equations,
net tied deeply into streamlines.
Become our number,
mixed, blended into the sound.
And the sky wide open, the ground sinking,
as the numbers merge into angular velocity.
Bound to the systems which hold,
perfect pitch, reason washed into the silence.
Our number sequence failed,
the systems broke down,
tangled mass formed into chaos.
Or are the numbers perfectly set?
Their equations exact,
dare we suggest amalgamate?
Our numbers formed a theory,
that is correct.
Failed attempts to delete,
the numbers flow in dancing waves,
echoes live and breathe,
their program is alive and well.
The binary numbers dance and play,
tripping off grid.