I count on numbers less and less.
They often pause at estimates
with fractions of totality.
Capacities collapse to commas.
Decimals descend to zero.
Numerators soon negate.
The variables are constant now.
Our tallies tend to overspend
attention on the quantified.
More magnitudes of truth exceed
the calculus of limitations,
factoring far more than math.
Advance beyond irrationals.
Let's keep our values and divide
the integers from what they hide.
Count © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: March 1, 2019