I love poetry for its blank spaces,
for its constant wondering
and the shape of the words on a page.
For different reasons
than why I love math.
In poetry, people talk about things in the universe
and say that it can’t be explained or described.
But they haven’t yet introduced math to it.
Science is philosophy with an answer,
math is the tongue of the universe,
and physics is the ode to all that is, was, or ever will be.
Languages evolve to fit our needs but numbers
are rigid enough to force us
to bend to their will.
If the math says
that the earth is on fire
and the humans are dying,
of English ‘No-s’
will change that.
You won’t be able to get through life
with you hands over your ears,
and words can
and they have no ulterior motivations.
Listen to the parts of the universe that speak a language you don’t;
a language that can make or break your existence.