Mathematics
O’ cleverest witch, yet
Prudent of all science,
mighty and sharp like
a hunter’s blade.
On your strong infinite
Spine you carry them;
real and imaginary
demons, rational and
irrational fools of
numbers.
How sadly they seem, as
they travel far and wide-
eternity, their feet nailed
to the number line.
To us that wander; you
cast logarithmic spells,
and sync up the music,
spotless glows- as though
in a disco; the razzle dazzle rose,
the spiro disco ball,
the space cadets; we dance
and swing till our days
come to nothingness.
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