How can anything so mundane and plain,
like regular patterns of counting
behaving predictable and strict,
be constructed by desperados,
that in every way conflict
with the patterns they create?
The desperados' real name are primes,
and the mystery is much stranger.
No one in the history of man
has ever been able to reveal,
the cryptic formula or plan
telling exact the next prime!
If the nature ever shows a pattern,
that is matching all primes on a string.
Then nature must somehow know something
that has escaped any living man
and is still the most sacred thing:
find the formula for primes!
Asking a bricklayer, what can he say?
The number of bricks can be known
the total number of primes can be shown.
He can touch a brick, that he knows is a prime
but the recipe is missing for the next prime in line!
Even when each number is created by primes
we still don't know their innermost music or rhyme!
Poem by Dr. Buer ©