Beyond what any math can validate
lie the secrets of the universe, communicated
in code our scientists have yet to unravel
mostly because, despite their elevated position
in society, they are still trying to interpret the language
of stars into the restrictive lingo of their profession,
the static staccato of structure and stricture;

Life is about as organized as a bullet fired from a gun;
science would say that trajectory should go straight
and true, fired from a desire to know all to its logical
conclusion, yet we are all part of a vast cosmic dance,
so why do plans go awry, splitting the casing
before the missile is released, shards shattering
everywhere, potentially destroying even the messenger,
thus how are we to maintain faith in exactitudes
in the face of such conflagration?

Kohala Coast, Hawaii Island ~ bj 2024