My number keeps coming back to itself
it is irreducible indivisible it is prime.
The mathematics of my life are absolute
it all adds up it makes logical sense
no theory of chaos can refute this.
God is the master physicist
celestial mechanics are his commandments.
I kneel at the altar of science
a stinking heap of blubbering biology.
These concepts these theories
relieved only by spasms of laughter
or sexual abandon
a body’s feeble attempt to trump truth.
I work with my birthdate
I examine the cosmological framework
the celestial system through which I find myself.
I am no scientist
but I have the innate apparatus to figure this out
I am a problem I can solve.
part cosmic, part cosmetic
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