Tired of manipulating the figures so it all adds up
for myself and like-minded seekers to satisfy
our craving for the orderly and coherent.
A comprehended God, rightly pointed out
Dio Chrysostum, is no God, just as numerals
might or might not suggest real quantities.
One apple or a dozen, genuine or imagined,
there’s nothing much on paper
in which to sink our teeth; juggling empty conceits
and fear for our sanity should all those apples rain down
though at some point that must be
exactly what we need.
O child of God, if it makes senseit must surely not be true.