Member Poem

is precise and mechanical.
It changes without
ever really changing.

Like an equation without
beginning or end,
it pursues the incalculable,

chasing the tail of pi,
discovering one
ultimate prime after
another ultimate prime,

awaiting the convergence
of parallel lines,
measuring the parsecs
to a neighboring infinity.

If you listen closely
you can hear
a liquid shimmer of oil
clinging to each note,

glittering like a bracelet
of logic unraveled
and pure light.