This is a poem about finding balance. For Accountants they find what happens on paper as euphoric, orgasmic as many who seek out exotic dancers and porn. This poem looks at the sexy side of finding balance. With the current state of the economy, I am sure that there are many accountants turning their eyes to that which others seek for euphoric, sybaritic fulfillment and balance.
lines,
rows and columns
balance is sought
while some dream of
fluid movements
under sheets
others awaken to
epiphanies on sheets
of paper
adorned with lines
rows and columns
graced in black and red
aah but never
no never red
balance is sought
Abacus, measuring portion and lot
counting knot by knot
grain by grain
coin by coin
World is bound by hopeful gain
balance is sought
at hand that toils
in lines
rows and columns
balance is found.
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