Any Random Number

When random numbers catalyse the reaction of visions with thought,
or harmonies arouse memories of occasions with nought,
then there can be freedom, a pause
midst the turmoil and its cause.
The dangers disappear
though they are so near.

And here we sit
in the stink and shit;
the bodies that were,
those that did dare
to speak, when others fell
into their hell.

So the numbers stream,
and while it might seem
that more is less,
there will be redress.
How could they be forgotten,
for they are our begotten?

Why should ten there be one here, or fractions?
Why do our reactions
gainst nightmares in the sun
only put us on the run?
Can we not calculate
an end? Or is it too late?

If chance be the denominator
then what part of morality will be the attenuator?
Perhaps the vastness of this place
or the timelessness of the race
will serve to temper the truth conveyed by mischievous mathematicians,
else this could be timeliness; enter magicians.

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