Pi Day @ Brew

The numbers rolling all around my head
As fractions of my life somehow will meld
The whole number of my final being
Some minuses, even some pluses, dread
Always should add up to the parts once held
To become the whole number of being
If I could add up the emotions spread
And find the portion my own logic quelled
I could add to number of my being
Perhaps for all the words that could be said
there is a theorem which could be impelled
To sum the whole number of my being
Subtotals or fractions some have fled
Irrational forces unparalleled
That formed the whole number of my being

<><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/14/17

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