I like things that are
Meaningless and loud.
Enough imagination
And totally dumb.
A mountain that's ready
To cry. A volcano afraid
Of Butterflies. Petals bearing
The weight of the skies.
I wanting to be you.
You, wanting to be me.
To be parallel lines
Tending to meet at infinity.
Philosophies not afraid
Of math. Spirituality that's
As secure as science.
A villain deriving power
By square root of minus
Nine and a hero defeating
Him by dividing himself
By zero thrice.
Math books felt abused
By listening to this and
The History professor
Turned Pookie to snatch
'The Great' from Alexander,
He's a they/them, now.