2 + 3 = 5

is a mathematical 
	anomaly 
indicative of the most 
frighteningly exquisite of 
contradictions, namely
the curse of the object to 
	become 
		itself
under a series of 
	reproducible
conditions that have been 
	well-documented, yet 
scarcely replicated with the 
precision of the 
	ripples
in the shadow of a 
	candy cane 
of which there are:
	 2+3=5 
the irony of which is lost 
on those whose rabid and
 fanatical
	intellectualism 
is a dusty mouth that 
gorges on the limits 
of our 
	future
		(the poet is an
			aberration and
		every aberration is 
			a possible way forward)