I surrender
To this angle
Of a fear
Which can’t be
Tamed

That struggle
Never questioned
When we want
Our reason
Why

From God
In heavens place
Whose shape
Has deemed
Existence

All worship
Rife with error
For the sake
Of seeming
Wrong

So rules
And regulations
May prove
One easy
Exit

Through margins
Thick as borders
Like edges
Sick
And drawn

Where answers
Made of faith
Spell doubts
You just can’t
Measure

If the math
Is always argued
To yield
Our anxious
Thoughts

And explain
What demons
Death
Has issued
By each number

While we suffer
Asking penance
Through the instants
Claimed
As blessed –

Equations
Solved in jest
Without help
Or certain
Bridges

Along lines
That span forever
With degrees
Now grown
Apart.

– J. Pigno