magic is what happens when the sun rises

the world’s nature works together

beings live in harmony

and i will never experience it.

i’ll never experience magic

because nature is written in numbers

because i’m destined to find complex algorithms in the wind.

i count the blades of grass that surround me

so they can’t conquer me

i search for stability in an animal’s cry

obsessing

nature offers no full relaxation.

the ocean is filled with my love and mistakes

my mother is in the forest

and the trees speak to me.

they inform me of my power

the world gives me the power to transcend that of god

all i have to do is search

for the right numbers