Series convergence
Eyes pulled up—
When you become a statistic
overwhelmed babble
cries of the decimated
monotonicity craze
the coefficients violate the terms
When you become a statistic
panic bronchiates through the population
synched to the pulse of hyperventilation
hertz have stopped absolution
But hold on
The statistics are
coalescing
converging
charging
contesting
voicing
while the shaft still turns
they are demanding
an end to oscillation
a higher asymptote
This poem was published in Issue 1 of Words & Whispers, September 1, 2020.
Andy Oram
March 28, 2020
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