The cruel muse

Why does the universe
prove my irrelevance
why does it answer
all the wrong question
the reason for the world
nothing more
than a complex solution
to an irreverant math problem
there is no magic
there is no point
there is no romance
just a single algorithm
spun toward infinity
totally out of control
but isn't that love
I wrote my math
to the Greek muse
a series of love letter
because I didn't know
any other way to say it
she did something very Greek
and stood like a statue
ignoring my needs
and leaving me
with a physics
that defines random
that defines entropy
that defines love
and choice and life
happiness and sadness
all the same way
in terms of something
an over riding purpose
a mathematical irony
built around one thing
infinites series
balance between two
converging and diverging
so even infinity is defeated
and in my love letters
i answered everything
just for the greek muse
who laughed to know
what i was finding
was a cosmic emptiness
much greater
than the emptiness of space