Maths & Honey


I-know-it-all met I-don’t-know-it-all at a crossroads at midnight

Above a subterranean cathedral made of maths and honey.

What do you know!?” accused the I-know

A lot less than I don’t!” amused the I-don’t.

One hard, one soft, they met.

Butter in a warm pan

Iceblocks under running water

Paint on a blank canvas

Flowers in an empty room.


They sat and watched the sun rise into a new dawn

Where neither had the words to describe what they saw.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s