So she says her book

Has no beginning and no ending
Unlike the architecture

Of many books.
She says, “because numbers

Are in order but can occur
Anywhere, anyhow, in any

Odd combination
Sometimes called physics,

Occasionally called time,
Sometimes calculation, chaotic

Order, though some are formulaic,
Therefore with no beginning

And no ending, one leaves a space
For recounting. Maybe rearranging.”

That’s what she says.
The tsunami of netting

holds numbers for a year, a particular one
that’s now past. Washed over. Old news.

Old news twice. Yet why so fervently deny
narrative? That was then. This is now.

Is there no order? No priority? No sense to be made?
No revelation at the end? The plot

is not to have one? Does this mean no quest?
Red trap with an orange streak.

2 “x” 1000 “+” 10 “=” deux mille dix.
Two zero one zero. Twenty-ten. Twenty-eleven.

Who knows how this ardor will play out?