The Pernicious Advice of Dreams

Tonight I take no interest in the dark

Thundery torrent
Of angry decimals pelting the window

Tonight I feel like Hindu numerals

Before there was a symbol

For the missing position

When zero trembled brightly

Just out of earshot

Where music turned to noise

I remember you sweetly

Took the corner of your napkin and wiped

A prime number from my lip

I remember how you stood

Suddenly before a tribunal of angry algorithms

Having found among your many blonde hairs

A gray one

O fire of naked flowers

Far from these avid fingers!

In the rule of three

Multiply the fruit

By the desire

And divide by the measure

So you get the fruit of the desire