The truth about some

things is that

you never

get them

back.

Retrospect makes for

weak religion,

its gospels full of little

godless

impossibilities

slowly killing all your

comebacks.

There’s a math to

moving forward but

the geometry always gets

us down.

Everybody’s got an angle,

the small equations figured

out.

And I’ve been divided so much,

put in brackets

and judged, living

right of the decimal became a

second nature.

But you are

my sum,

the square root

of one, and all

your algebra could

remain

unanswered;

it would not

subtract from the

end result.

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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

INTEGRAL HAVE BECOME YOU TO ME!

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Both the nerd and the romantic in me are immensely satisfied by this poem. 🙂 Lovely.

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ifinn your mind resembles this piece of written work, i would truly love to bounce some thoughts back and fourth by e-mail…

crjen@live.com

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How very clever! This is what I call a ‘fun’ post!

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Intruiging and very sweet, at least I find it that way. I love the line about decimals because it reminds me of a line I once wrote.

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wit, math, romance and self-deprecation, this one is greater than the sum of its parts

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