There is always the square root
the road to nirvana
the mathematical equation
that solves the dilemma.,
the indigent integer that
itches my conscience and the
point that floats before my eyes.
Triangulating my position on the road to
perdition, at least I know where I am.
If the cat's in the black box and the white box
is bare,
is the cat really there?.
The idiot in me says it must be,
seeing's believing they say,
what colour is the cat that's meant to deceive?
Equations flow freely through the nearly enough now
and the answers flood in with the mail.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
There is always the square root
the road to nirvana
the mathematical equation
that solves the dilemma.,
the indigent integer that
itches my conscience and the
point that floats before my eyes.
Triangulating my position on the road to
perdition, at least I know where I am.
If the cat's in the black box and the white box
is bare,
is the cat really there?.
The idiot in me says it must be,
seeing's believing they say,
what colour is the cat that's meant to deceive?
Equations flow freely through the nearly enough now
and the answers flood in with the mail.
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