A State of Majors and Algebra

A State Of Majors and Algebra From a bridge I lift eyes weary from equation forms Majors and Algebra instruct From on high the state loves us Instinctively feed us what we must know Keep us in place for hours Guns on every head…to get ahead Conclusions always drawn on time Lines of math carried like conversations to their ends Fractions fix themselves in front of us Captured by majors on their heels Algebra comes undone Undressed for our consumption Work, like dreams, goes on forever Tonight it waits for majors and algebra to merge Ranks remove me to seclusion Books fall with rain into retreat Lives are bulletins with holes When government controls Shocked to life with streams of data Or shot to death in line with reason Options can be unkind No one inspects the dark Perhaps it is not there No one suspects me In this my figures lie in wait To see what moves prove A state of majors and algebra Or my escape