Today, numbers --
Brave soldiers, ranked and ordered,
Aligned and at attention
In a phalanx of
Rows and columns--
Await my orders.
Sometimes at night,
As i lie in bed,
i can feel them,
From miles away on my desk,
Standing at attention:
They exist merely to inform,
They hold a place
That represents an idea
That has a value.
Their purpose is their meaning.
They do not waver.
They do not sigh
Slouch
Sulk
Beweep their outcast state.
They wait for an ordering presence
To mobilize the meaning
They merely symbolize.
Sometimes, on my commute,
My sight pulls back,
My mind's eye rises,
And i see myself
As i see them:
Held within a cell,
Waiting to motivate a higher mind
Toward action.
Naught but my soul at attention,
Only the meaning i represent
Held forth,
A dagger or
Dandelion.
Within the confines
Of row and column,
Worlds explode into strenuous
Life.
i do my part:
i stand still in my cell
And dance.
--Mr. Gobley
