Dancing Numbers

Dancing Numbers Numbers dance in space upon the wall of distant nebulae Lower digits do the limbo under digit trees on Earth Produce a number of rumbas in the process Baby ones and twos run through the branches to learn their steps In the shade of day they count on memory to forget Before the dawning of romance Before attempting trips or splits Once set in motion growing Numbers never stop Figures have no limitations All numbers should be even Or at least equal to themselves They make their way while 3’s distract Straight to the borders of the Cha Cha land Rhythms follow in their dance and play Shade from the whole numbered trees Bridges peace from war while quartets practice The calculus that seems so simply separated Moves with them in tempo traction on the hollow beat Served in triple time, on a bed of zero pillow, to sleep beneath Beyond the cosmic wonders of the numbers The sum of all their quantum parts Ones and twos take place; take shape, in string quartets Fours are not alike. None are the same Tap stepping on the thinnest line of life Tip toeing to the stars from far behind The waltz is just a walk in structured measure In step out there in hand with solid sevens on the edge Half way to heaven as jazz plays on and on with pleasure Numerals are merely numbers with another name who also play Odd figures, outnumbered, outlawed by even ones Doing splits, without permits, perfect cascading cadence Swirling one by one while spinning past the sun Even ones outlive everyone While dancing upon the up above Other numbers hide with their mistakes Tracked down, calculated, counted, after their ballet bows They have their days cut short in age, then dance no more Such digits suffer from arithmetic’s and numeric ailments Crunch the numbers numb, until the Gangnam dance is done