Numbers are Life's embers
Sometimes complex, irrational

The next, simple and real
Just plain ol' integers

Root of all physics
Building blocks of the matrix

Composing parallel rhythms
A symphony of logarithms

Xs, Ys and Zs
So many hybrid theories

Of functions and dimensions
Subject to transformations

Spawning Pi and Phi
Unending digits without limits

A new logic to apply,
To the binaries hiding in bits

Numbers are my embers
The reason my soul blazes

Let's talk of politics

Drama worthy of Oscar flicks

Of the conniving and corrupt

Pretending to not be inept

One day fervent liberal,

The next die-hard conservative

Turncoats waiting to deceive

From the trivial to visceral

But who am I to be critical,

Of my fellow criminal?

A few words on Age
That invisible cage

Time's ineludible fortress
Humanity's certain arrest

That which they seek to master
Courting disaster

Yet celebrating every year
As the scythe inches closer

Trying to turn back the page
Exhuming Nature's rage

Oblivious
But I digress...

Those were the words on Age
Humanity's definite phage