Numbers Poem by Daniel Y.

Numbers are like lawyers,
following known laws,
secrets unbeknownst to mortal men
drawing their contracts
and sealing their covenants
to the last permutation.

With perfect geometry,
we construct our Babel.
But examining the foundation
it sinks like Atlantis.

YHWH = (J+E+D) x P
5 books,4 letters,3 persons,2 natures,1 God.

We find (a) symmetry beneath the surface.
Euclid would be ashamed.
Feeling complete and thinking consistent,
something does not exist.

x = redundant
Where is my answer?
And what is my question?
(one is made of infinite nothing)
as math decomposes
every natural is just
a long sum of ones
and ones
and ones

Written and copied,
they resist their own definition.
If math is the universal language,
what is the (f) unction?

Behind the Tigress and the Euphrates
(hiding)
Godel’s answer: blessed are the irrationals.
Blessed are those who have not seen and still believe.

We’re waiting for prophecies or poems.
But after waiting a mere 15 billion years,
our infinite God grew impatient with a single generation,
and waited for the second,
to fulfill the promised land.
No.

God is >
he is uncountable,
unlistable,
undefined.