The STEAM

Harsh, crisp numbers against italicized letters Shuffle around blue lines, colors blast in the black pen Ideas, bursting from equations Crisp, clear poetry from phase shifts Blast open from the seams of monotony Reality at one's fingertips- the image of another language created at the stroke of a pen Two worlds flash across conciousness The picutresque, the possibility, the dream The STEAM rumbling through, art and technology Form together to heal the broken seams of society Pale, malleable clouds of ingenuity filtering through reality Bonding individuals in a curious unity Destruction passes past the vision as well Science left alone as unaesthetic Numbers forgotten by a society craving mindless entertainment Only a few hold the key Then pens that twirl cosines along with destinies Equations rumbling on without society STEM becomes Isolated Without a doubt children wake up as adults and wonder where all the rubble appeared from Their slumber away from investigation preventing from seeing their crumbling society's tribulations The torque unbalanced The equation tumbles out of control turning, spinning out of control The letters are thrown agaisnt the side of the Numbers erased X is lost while confusion is found The crips poetry crumbles as the number become meaningless