Numbers

I work with numbers; they don’t lie to me.

But numb they did; my lively, vibrant nerves

Storms rage outside; they help my senses sleep.

I hold in my hands the rewards of dreams

Mocked by heights ancient estimates assert

I work with numbers; they don’t lie to me.

Tales of woe aplenty each new day brings

Since specks they are in a vast Universe

Storms rage outside; they help my senses sleep

Some graphs faceless everywhere upwards inch

The beauty of each move the scale obscures

I work with numbers; they don’t lie to me.

So indifferent to my own heart I feel

As if all warmth has forsaken my words

Storms rage outside; they help my senses sleep.

I’m buoyed not by joy; I’m sunk not by grief

Two halves of mine from the edge I observe

I work with numbers; they don’t lie to me.

Storms rage outside; they help my senses sleep.