Most of us is math, which comes as no

Surprise: The limbs of trees circle

The trunk, leaves the branch, all

Spin slowly the great tap root. This

Can be seen from palm frond about

The nut, arms and legs popping from

The spine, twinned brains blooming.


Go down deep and you hit math. Every

Time. Darwin shaped it up by

Statistics. A natural arithmetic.

He stopped there, but because each

Poem should have one great idea,

Here: Extrapolation is genetic.

That should account for you, big eyes.


—Edmund Skellings