If all the world was a pie chart and all the people

merely percentages of a greater whole number

then you would be a three-dimensional, fuchsia-colored slice

And if life just consisted of sterile integers and barren digits

you would be the picture worth a 1000 pixels squared

I would be the nervous wreck of a train going 90 mph

barreling for nowhere in particular, too soon, too fast

Because some equations never change

no matter how many times you divide and multiply

Divide and multiply, divide — oh you get the point

If the value of you is me to the infinite power

then the value of me is x times the square root of your love

I told you once you were my favorite digit

I lied, you are my favorite improper fraction

so very top-heavy, and by that I mean brain-wise

Compared to your numbers, I am wanting

When simplified, our least common denominator is 1

before you I wasn’t even a prime number

wasn’t worth a notch on the number line before or after 0

I was a textbook manic, a black splotch of a decimal

introducing a most resplendent series of 9’s

And you solved every one of my word problems in short form

But if I could be less than binary with you for a minute

more transparent, and screw the math altogether

I’d tell you that no amount of factors or multiples

will ever lead me too far away from you

Because our differences plus the ratio of your 2 lips to my 2 lips

are the sort of statistics dreams are made of

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Mathematical logical and philosophical poem of change in form, time and of place.