the numbers
swirl
off the paper
and into the world
across four dimensions
time bending,
has it been
a minute
or an hour?
and time
is not alone
in its spinning,
bending madness,
the mind,
my mind,
it has followed it
like a whirpool
being pulled
deeper and deeper
into the problems
the problems
on the paper
and suddenly
a solution
like the light of a long forgotten sun
breaking through a fog,
it is there
and back
into reality
I return
to finish