gematria
some might think i am purposefully odd
because i sometimes assign num[b]er[s]ic
concepts to letters. can i read your
digits? some nights i cant sleep. like
words are keeping me awake tonight.
all kinds of random words behaving
like cognizant quantum part[s]icles
and dancing outside of linear time.
they seem pointless yet interrelated.
death and depth are separated by one
phoneme. like tide and time. so close.
yet we pray for depth and whisper about
death. how would it feel? the texture of
words on my fingers. it seems too risky
to put one’s linguistic identity into an
arithmetic lexicon. its cliché. like
reincarnated rainbows transformed into
polygot integers that can only attempt
to describe chromatic iridescence. our
language is unstable. this is certain.
merging is now colliding. presence is now
absence. has a mathematical shift occurred
in linguistic process? could it be that this
gematria is a little bit correct?
some might think that i am irregular.
but it is not me that is falling apart.
i am actually connecting the dots one two
together. building [ ] mathematically.
JANEisnotplain 12.9.10
