such that our world allows
only all that easily diffuses;

our world governed by the
algebraic *x the multiplier
(yet no anomalies given our
speedy venture to recuperate
the supposedly stolen number of
exhibits), where denial can't claim +
when unsolved mysteries linger
and are lost by the multiplying constant:
nothing can be added to this world
in a true sense, many have tried
by becoming famous, but still
the overbearing x, of multiplying rather than
adding to it, and truth be told, mathematics
has provided us the prime assertions of
the tetragrammaton with +, -, x and ÷
(obelus: the H gemini): whereby this tetrasymbolum,
like all symbols is an expression of
surd upon surd, wholly optic -
an intuitive deciphering kindred of feline
scents and vocative with a meow
should a cat wish for a door to be opened
by a higher power with mandible thumbs
and escape into the darkened garden.