The Square Root!

The Square Root
When he took the shelter
In a diabolical state of mind
There was an empty folder
Which he couldn't then find.

Why these numbers, they escape
Of their radical prepositions and utilities,
For they will be used, again and again.
The numbers, calculated, deciphered in vain.

The digit, he calls himself.
a number, nevertheless.
wants to transform, be transformed.
takes shelter, no more homeless.

He doesn't escape, doesn't complain.
For this world is analog.
so is the nature, digital.
His life, frugal.

The stairs he saw, were a number.
The life, concentric circles, descending.
Ascending at times.

Because the World counts.
in bits and pieces.
The individuality, the digit yearns for it.

The shelter stands perfect.
Transformation, rooted.
Transcending the imaginary to real.
The Square Root. The Digit. Transformed.