im seeing numbers i didnt know were there

and to the chalkboard, the mathematician said

while calculating his days ahead

blinking eyes that sit and stare

im seeing numbers i didnt know were there

you watch the way his hands go round

solving the universe without a sound

to making time a lullaby

an alphabet, to butterfly

he works the magic in his head

from all the books that kept him fed

but slow, his brain begins to starve

from all of knowledge, he cannot carve

he only knows the language seen

upon the board, so crisp and clean

with blinking eyes that sit and stare

im seeing numbers i know aren't there.