Untitled search for significance

Pattern is an opiate, an anodyne.
A wise man said, Don't look for truth.
Only cease to cherish opinions.

My friend Anthony
is chasing The All with numbers.
Sevens are magic,
Harmonic and limiting.
There are seven colours in the spectrum, he says…
That's arbitrary, I scream.
An indigo delusion.
Seven tones, says he…
Seven tones or twelve semitones
And don't the Indians have a five tone scale?
There are seven shells in the orbits of electrons.
I wonder if dogs howl in thirds and fifths.
Seven levels to the periodic table.
Somewhere in the seventh tier
Atomic possibility disappears
In an unclosed set…
But in black holes, I avow,
Anything is possible.
A billionth of a second is an eternity
In all that pressure.

Half a day away
Martya circles her ethnic origins.
Magyars rule.
I gave religion to the Babylonians.
I was Nimrod.
I gave Jehovah to the Jews.
Together we conquered the sky.