sometimes the ache to give expression to something that cannot be entirely crystallised into clear prose proves too overwhelming and the words just fall, pen to paper, emotions to words.

vertices, segments, points and lines
connecting us yet dividing so irrevocably as well
it's the dance of the numbers
questioning if our variables fitted together
in an equation
operations rule the day
dictating the direction we take
number segments regiment the distance between our
2 vertices
a sole point could have happily remained,
a coordinate in its own vast space
until you came and determined its position
relative to yours
just how mnay geometric shapes can a single vertex be part of?
one too mnay,
historically too uncanny.

You led the revolution, You left your legacy
Embraced the struggle in the face of mortality (:

-anne