Incalculable

Engineer, shut your computer. Trust me,
There aren't angles here to fix. There aren't
Equations which will show you where you
Have to go. Nonetheless, you know because
She's told you that she waits for you. A
Form of chaos you cannot control, a surge,
A frightful force, she smiles and you lose
Your footing, touches and the hardest thing,
The one you thought you'd made yourself,
Grows soft and puddles at her feet. Tables
Cannot rate her power. Poems can, and I,
A poet, here across a table from you, tell
You now to fold your shield, to give up
Calculating. Take the path that coils
On itself, and take the slender hand
That fills you full of heat and fear, and
Learn a little of the world you can't
Engineer.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-09-03 at 12:33

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