So what was missing? Who should say?
Though, obviously a loss today:
such thoughts caught up in fractions, cost.
That artful lack confounding math
in minds wound tight around a proof
obliging calculations, sums,
without a grasp of abstract point
(substantial in this cryptic truth)
but always wanting firm accounts,
prohibiting what would disjoint.
Omissions hid from final calls:
illusions soothing sham provisions
claiming unity without divisions.

Omission © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 27, 2019