Numbers mean nothing to the volume of beauty
held in my mind. Just as the depth of color held in
a rainbow is infinite, the elements of my perception
are unlimited. Yet my impressions are not yours.
While a glass may hold light, it does not
contain it, and a rainbow will not be restrained.
While not strictly in line with the concepts of his article, this poem was inspired by
Steve Tanham’s The Rotating Blade of Meaning (1).
Image: © Steve Tanham