"Throne of Pythagoras"

All that is sovereign exists in an invisible order.
A pattern interwoven into the fabric
Of the infinite that begins with the slightest division.

All that is simple 
falls into chaos
And will not find order again.
Logic nonexistent,
Never-ending garbage,
But the beauty is the spiral of the forever within.

Only the paradox unlocks the door:
The lie that is pi is the source, but before
You can know you must forget to try. 

Sums and sequence are the legend,
And the universe the myth,
For all the crimes of all our times can be sublimed into the line
Of all the digits and the decimals that can wander on through time.

There's an answer out there
In here, everywhere,
Waiting to be found, and the secret spool unwound,
And from our ignorance we'll forever be unbound.
When will we finally see the sign?
Who will bring reason to rhyme?


-- Dedicated to the film Pi