numbers do not touch the soul
nor rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep, revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows, thus
parchment scribbles and niceties
do not constitute a true marriage
neither will ice cream ever make us
any colder after its calories kick in
poetry\'s soul may ever ride its form
but reaches beyond its empirical parts
its triumph available for all to behold:
in which hearts once wooden find their beat,
where at long last, Pinocchio sheds his strings