My friend is a 404

how is that, that a person, whom i know,

becomes such a palindrome,

such a singularity?

god, how i hate math!

4 on one side,

a zero in the center,

and on the other end, a 4.

it is not pretty.

what does it mean that they are such bereft of content?

it is certainly not indicative of substance,

but only the disappearance,

through some luckless event horizon.

if only all shall know, that one day,

they too should be, or might,

numerically palindromed!

how can i write while such mathematical context awaits at the edges?

like a hungry wolf,

waiting to take all that was, and leave it bare,

as if they had no likes , or i tagged them not,

as if it all, was fine and dandy,

and the palindrome did not rear its symmetrical head.

i wonder if there could be an out, for all those 404s

maybe i can give them a call.

but isn't this , here supposed to save the trouble?

is it such a Swiss cheese of a thing, that while they may sit, far away,

they are represented by this number, where a name and a strudel once were.

it is a proof, i say, that the number 404 is not a number.

it is not like some equation, where X equals a field,

because it is not so. there is no X, all that there is a memory,

etched in a post by a multitudinous mass, of those who tagged,

that which 404 now swallowed.