Tvvo Slice's Of Pi Poem by stephanie mellisa kievaughan

The meaNing of Life
is found around 23 and 42,
And no this is not
aN age of me nor you.
So fINd your sEcret garden,
or favorite place
To dwell, and stew.
sit right down,
and a servant of the crown
will serve you a piece of Pi
so you and i
Can restore our smiLe
from within our center.
One sLice is oftEN not enough.
I declare the Servant
Saw the GLeam in my Eye.
Please?
Bring our Seconds Now.
I said.
As She filLed our Cups
to the Brim just Now.
As She Wiped up her spillings
then With a cLean white Tau.
What a fine Server indeed.
she wiLL earn her ShiLLings
With my Gratuities
whiLe she fetch's our Ticket
Out from the thicket
came a scorpion
A skipping
and pointINg heR TaIl
At the Center
of you
The Center
of me
The Center
of The Cosmos
WithIN the mesmeR
of Her Eyes
A voIce Spoke out
from withIn The HeaRt
Of all that Is me
to say.
Count the Bends
of AlL my Knees,
And phalanges
It was sHe not I
VVho spoke.
a New understandINg
An Old CompRehensIon
just awoke.
No not a new DIscovery.
just a TestameNt FoR You.
Not The bIrds
RoostINg hIgh
VVIthIN the TRees