Formulas written across your skin, every time I sit to peel you back
I delineate more of the numbers that create your bones
It’s not fair to bind you to basic calculation, but that is what it will always come down to

I discern more than you think I’d do
I have a mind that dissects and intertwines,
Regardless, there is a crater in my skull that stays sealed for the protection of your formulas
I let you hold the black anonymity, I no longer need that from this life
We all have our numbers; we all fall into our selves

I, too, would like to live above the things that produce the crop in my life
The things that you believe in, they keep you alive and create your borders

Lillie DuncanComment