There is something
unbalanced in this.
He is not of two minds.
The weight of numbers
(square root of pi
limit as x approaches
infinity
tangent graphs)
these are his world.
They are hefty things, I know.
But is there not
a different heart to this:
the color of water
so gray
to be a different
darker
heartier gray
than that of its cold morning;
a landscape
desert
winter
mountains
summer;
the heavy wheel of it:
its endless path --
infinity,
no?
