no solution

human mathematics

the end was never ours

much like the beginning 

in between we go

from one, plus one

we make 2

our very soul

from the difference

between the sentence

of one,

 plus one

from the inevitable

equation

forces combine

(to disappear)

into solution

without numbers

as everything goes

much like the beginning

the end was never ours

Author's Note

Euler's number is the best number

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

This one had me at the word mathematics - this is impressive work that feels like proof and philosophy molded into just over 15 lines.
Your equation is incomplete though. You've given us 1 + 1 = 2, but what you're really describing is a transformation function where human existence maps onto itself through recursive operations and discrete mathematics - the gap between n and n+1 that contains all of infinity.
This poem is like a closed loop in mathematics itself - a system that returns to its initial conditions, acknowledging that we exist within the equation rather than controlling it. We're variables, not the mathematician.

[Davidgeo]

I'm not writing about the transformation function.

[Broken.buddy]

Thank you for the clarification, I did enjoy reading it.

[ETERNITY]

I like to sext.

[Davidgeo]

I can see that though, if I had been thinking it at the time I would have definitely leaned harder in that direction.

[Davidgeo]

What the f**k is your problem "dessi"?

[ETERNITY]

I want sext, HAND.