By adding twos to day and year
The world’s put back in shape;
One number makes the cosmos clear,
As watches greater numbers ape:

The planet’s subtle numerology,
Where incidental figures coincide:
When form and function both agree,
Something deeper hits its stride,

And the correspondence
In the gears that set us straight
Is more than mere coincidence,
As starlight and its sundials mate,

And the workings of our simple clocks
Give us weight and space:
Behind the laptop’s ticks and tocks
Crouches an eternal face.