I Don't Believe in Math

I don’t believe in math
It’s made of dreams
Nor physics on the whole
Because it’s just more math with clocks
No equation can prove our existence
Just as no proof can square a dream

Though I am made of dreams
And walk on lines without points, or ends
I still work equations at midnight
Seeking the proof and the sum that no equation can square

Love is an equation without a proof
Nor a single perfect square
The perfect curve of a fingertip
The sums of points on an endless line
Held, like a kite, by a string