Imagine numbers carried by a horse with wings
above Ealing Common – to escape
the Furies who spied upon the child for signs of madness.
When she reaches the furthest point, she scatters numbers
from her bag and tells them to do whatever they want.
Some numbers become flowers, others turn into snow,
some follow religion, others lay bricks in rows, but
her favourite are those who love the poetry in science.
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