Measures

JUNE 1996

NADYA AISENBERG

MEASURES

The formless needs to be concealed.

Who dares summon demons

from their dissonant intervals,

risk shipwreck through miscalculation?

Number binds the order of the soul

and of the universe.

: More than our days are numbered,

children of Kronos. Speech, step, song.

One rectangle so beautiful

men call it golden,

the Divine Proportion of the Parthenon.

The light years we wait to see the light.