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When in doubt

I crunch numbers

When emotions are pulling veils over my eyes

Only digits seem to add up to clear the mind

I wonder does God do the same

When the World is searching for him in a particle

And the spiritualists are looking for her under rocks

I crunch numbers

I too like Einstein deep down know it will never add up

At least not in this lifetime with these boundaries

Chemical precursors limiting the speed of light transmission

Can only be appointed with a vivid imagination of fluid dynamics

And when this doesn't seem right

I crunch digits into pathways on trees older than civilizations

We are all looking for morsels of hope grains of truth

I think we all thread through the desert sand if only in youth

A sand box where the bully simply wanted to be loved

So you offered your toys willingly not willing the fight

In hope that the universe did all equal out to an infinite figure 8

Astounding yourself with such thoughts at the tender age of 8.

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