poetry thursday, a variation.

the prompt was math,
possibly using math as an explanation,
using math to provide a proof.

however,
being the math-repellant
girl that i am,
this is what i got
as the sum of my equations:

you offer me
infinite truth.

(infinite being
greater than any finite
amount
no matter how large)

how can i wrap
my head around that?
she muttered into her
soup.

persuaded into love
by equations
bigger than herself...

backed into customary corners
familiar cap in hand
waiting for the elusive
ray of light
to show she understands.

and there she remains
lost
in the
state
of being
equated.