as one, of

entwined in institutions

tunnel underneath

hand-held led to pillars

spoken fast convicted

take still syringe to

monkey’s dermal skin

exploration

a salvation

the body the world

a person’s

as not

Friend says mathematics—pure—

behaves as poetry—a distillation—

convolution or linearity—Friend says

mathematicians funnel as poets

draws the pipe maze on a napkin

all who know or see

all who read—disparities—

so few grow into themselves

Friend says Friend woke knowing

every day would feel exactly the same

and that would be okay

so long as she did not have to do math