Ghost Dancing The Incubus

Ghost dancing the incubus of our lives,
I contemplate life's total sum, and I try
To conclude it is equal to one,
Or Five:

You.
I.
The children.

But I have to again multiply
By all the memories lost of mine,
The numerical confusion applied in
Love's transfusion of:
Trust times Hope divided by Time,
equals zero.

Anything times by 0 = 0
Equations persist, they determine and define our reality

But they don't explain the heart, or care to calculate
Spirituality.

In the dark of the night,
Silence counts us suspiciously,
And sleep doubles it and squares it, maliciously

But in our dreams we are the sum
Of all that we have desired plus
All that we have done,
Divided by all we can achieve
And all that we have lost, and won.

We are
Ghost dancing the incubus
of our lives,
Which are only ever equal and defined
by one endeavour;

Life times Ourself =
Death times Forever.