A measure of ecstasy

The ecstasy when

numbers hover around your eyes

as if they belong in crevices

pointing at corners

hinting at angles

selling lengths

snitching breadths

circling rainbows

forever in search of diameters

hiring equations,

roots, sigmas

to wander around

winking at means

creating sequences

all of them

 

But, on most days

my eyes are cursed

to a trance!