OK - I will admit that this poem is a little "strange" - and clearly a very early draft. But I wanted to get up a poem that was different from what we normally encounter here. And your Critical comments are very welcome. After agonizing over it for 3 days, I am still not sure which way to take this - other than scrap 2/3 of it and begin again.

Numbers

“Two is solid and tingly
like the Liberty Bell -
Eight is rough, hard
like a stone while
Ten is smooth like
a pebble on the beach”

Richard Friedberg
An Adventurers Guide to Number Theory



At night, as I fall asleep
transported to a world of dreams
I wonder if
computers dream of niumbers
Do they count electronic sheep ?

There’s nothing more dehumanizing
than to be “treated like a number”
a mere cog – a cipher
existence reduced to a measurement
“greatness” judged by our height
rather than how high we reach

Does the world belong
to those with the passion
to make the numbers dance
where each is an individual
prime numbers divisible
only by themselves


d;-)


“When One made love to Zero,
spheres embraced their arches
and prime numbers caught their breath"

Raymond Queneau