The only right and wrong
In the universe is
Mathematics and
Despite such perfection
It seems a metaphor bereft
Time and again a
Closed hard capsule
Like a bi-valve that
Cannot be pried open
Seemingly untouched
By empirical validity
But flawless in its theory
How shall we be without
Metaphor, non-math signs
symbols anathema
Not?
And Yet
If I better understood the maths
Then maybe I would stand in wonder
Wonder stand that it could hold
The metaphor for everything
Algorythms for all our worlds.