Impossible Numbers

Wikipedia Poem, No. 418


after Vijay Seshadri

and numbers
no matter how abstract
laced together
in a ceramic bowl

an implication of angels
argue about 3 green apples
in an old lady’s outstretched hands
the numb plain makes no sense


in a cracked ceramic bowl
clearly the old lady and the victim
language sunlesions real flesh
strugges to become impossible
numbers punish its argument
3 brown dates drown in scree
neon tulips green apples

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