Showing posts with label real numbers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label real numbers. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2022

Number crunching


 

In America

     aka Land of the Free (Will)

     aka Incarceration Nation

3 women are murdered every day

by their Spouse aka Partner

or significant Other.

Is it significant enough to know

that it takes 7 attempts

before a woman actually leaves

an abusive man?

When attempting

to spot a Psychopath,

it is estimated

that 1 in 20 people that cross our path

are just that.

Spots are not the same as Stripes,

prison uniform or hives.

A zebra is black, not white

despite seeming either or-

Predators need prey.

I prayed to escape,

to be Free

and became a prisoner

of debt.

He gave and gave me

his imaginary numbers

his future faking real self-

sabotage.

The total

loss is incalculable

in Time 

rounded up to zero

accountability,

divided by One, alone

is still nothing,

which is something

I figured out 

the word problems

were rhetorical,

literal, not figurative.

I live with the remainders

eating decimal points...

crunching

numbers 

are man-made

the bottom line, I made it equal 

                   to Life.


Image credit Unlisted author(s) c. 120-1929, captioned 'Third (3rd) year students at a girls' school during the 1920's, that was located in the Tonkinese capital city of Hanoi, Nguyễn Dynasty, French Indo-China.'  in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The Theory of Speculative Direction

If you were lost in the woods,
                                     a compass would work
better than a philosopher
                                     even if you didn't know
how it all worked
                                     At least you would get
Somewhere.

If you wanted to map
                                     the Universe one
should listen to a shaman's mantra
                                     not plot it out with an astrophysicist
it would be easier to project
                                     realms by means of real numbers
shooting from the lip, a departure from
                                     the same astral plane
                                     bound by reasonable gravity
Altering the scenery doesn't change the view
                                    from the eye of the bespoken

Plato's cave was not a practice of spelunking
                                     to new depths
or sending our souls soaring to the stars
                                     upon plummeting death and worms.

If I remember correctly
                                     the act of recalling can feel like falling, sleeping or slipping
into the abyss of mind matter
                                     a memory palace, a sin chateau,
a cabana for one's mana
                                     and other obtrusive structures
machinations are machines

Like the disgruntled grandson
                                     who built a Reverse Infinity Instrument
(a.k.a. a Time Machine)
whose Free Will Manual Transmission led him to kill
                                     the wise man he so despised
an obviously inane and obtuse conundrum
                                     based on probablies and anti-definitives
that work every
                                     ninety-nine percent of the Time
but that too was just speculative theory




Composed 6/18/15.



Image By A. Ernyes at en.wikipedia (Own work Transferred from en.wikipedia) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons of Kootenay Lake BC.




                     

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