Brown Studies
I wonder how I’d feel from day to day
If I knew not prime numbers and their play
If I’d never heard of “e” and “pi”
And still believed that God lived in the sky
Even though I’ve not done maths for years
I fall into brown studies next to squares
Ellipses please me with their enclosed space
Sequential numbers tilt my mind to grace.
Calculus is nonsense in its way
Where nothing re-appears to our dismay
It comes and goes like waves do on the beach
Where men would stand up on a box to preach.
Ah,shall I never know my other life
Where to the grace of words I would be wife?
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