Mathematical

Come to me, sweet, clear-headed Thought

Make yourself at home in this head of mine.

You seem, to me, wrapped in an almighty Love

And a grace of a thousand free wings.

Be my inverse

Til I can reciprocate,

And in going forth and multiplying,

We be One.

Then divide me by Nothing

And launch me straight

Through the bearing gates

Of Infinity.

And may our Love connect us so,

That as you send me, I’ll pull you, too,

And we will dance through the Galaxy,

DA2 and A1V,

Binary Stars—

That scorch the sky

And bring a tear to the dreamers’ eyes,

And a ray of hope,

That Love will launch them, too.

-jenn long