Find the value of x.
Your digits stroke me
One, two, three, four;
As profoundly as the quietest words could ever touch me.
The perfect equation-
How could anyone ever solve us-
There are so many vast variables
That haven't been seen.
Our value is limitless
And the extent of our regions undefined...
No matter how many times I try to map you
And pin down your existence
Into one easy plane
You elude me
Like something I've never been taught
But which tortures me
With the shadowy idea of it.
I sail around some struggle-wrought sphere
In search of certain coordinates,
In orbit of you.
Even with this dis-understanding
I persist in my search
Of places I can name
Like real estate
When I've finally circumscribed,
That I prefer your value unspoken
I can set it