Series convergence

Eyes pulled up—

the Times Square tickertape a crankshaft
—javelin variances pierce the aether the oxygen of a jump discontinuity

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
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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