The Solitude of the Lost Decimal Point

A minuscule grain,
a silent breath among the digits,
you are, silent comma,
that balances destiny.
Lost in the void of a calculation,
among zeros that ignore you,
your invisible weight
crumbles entire realms.

Non vede l’errore, nessuno lo sa,
while the world turns upside down.
An imperceptible beat, a shadow,
you are the architect of rising chaos.
In the non-place between two numbers,
a dance that no one dances,
your absence screams louder
than any advancing crowd.