Divine Geometry

                 Life is not a straight line equation,

                more like a profusion of calculation,

                with no order or organization,

                a mathematical manifestation

                of unseen ostentation,

                the matrix of mystery.

                A grand confusion defying explanation,

                or answer or solution; enticing imagination

                with variables and tangents in ceaseless bifurcation,

                and no small dose of triangulation,

                one vast complication

                of limitless propensity.

                Multiply the sine of the angle of inspiration

                by the cosine of the slap giving respiration

                times again all the droplets of perspiration,

                add luck and divine predication,

                all together with good education,

                but it can never equal destiny.

                So much more for consideration

                in life’s endless formulation,

                from molecular combination

                to a black hole’s gravitation

                with the source of speculation

                a supposed singularity.

                Divide this by fear and trepidation,

                subtract paralyzing consternation

                over life’s tragic limitation,

                if indeed mortification

                is the last notation,

                its summation’s a gross inequality.

                Now mix into the computation

                the slippery notation of spiritualization

                with her immeasurable contemplation

                and weightless, mystic meditation

                of incomputable implication

                for inestimable incongruity.

                So what to make of this rumination

                on the statistical evidence of this aberration

                we call life, for which no multiplication,

                or infinitely long differential equation,

                can yield such clarification

                as to make the blind see.

                Bisecting the center of this mathematical pontification,

                a line of wonder, awe and mystification,

                an incalculable dimension of our habitation,

                this indeterminable variable suitable for adoration

                incites a proliferation of gratification

                in the divine geometry.

Walt McCanless