In my searches for an image for my latest poem, I was reminded of this fun little ditty. Aww, Van Morrison – good times. 
Van Morrison – Moondance
I had this riddle fiddling in my mind.
A Question of Chirality by Dave Barstow
22 My Riddle
I didn’t realize the name equation equaled;
exactly 22.
All this time,
they have been written upon my skull,
tattooed in my temporal lobe -
sketched into my aorta.
Swimming and,
giggling at me.
Balance,
my balance there all along -
your letters twined in mine,
drop the zero left with 222.
22 letters,
magnificent they are,
glowing tracers upon this earth,
swirling passed grand stars.
And so we met me a 20;
you a 22 -
all in a name I say;
calculations -
sphenic number;
clear as day,
in between my eyes.
So it seems…
2′s all around -
dancing in my nighttime skies.
Enantiomorphous orbs,
balancing the tightrope of 2(22).
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I have this song stuck in my head at the moment. Not sure why, most likely because I needed to do a happy dance.
