The nightsky,
she swallowed
rolled it
into a number,
awaking
from the trance
of a
lifelong slumber
From the
ewer of numerals,
some spells
of arithmetic she cast
curious to
discover the impermanence
of square
roots, of brackets, till when they’d last.
In the
mazes of trigonometry,
drifted,
she, like waves of sines & cosines…
searching for
a function of tan
for a way
to connect with the divine…
In a sea of
infinite variables,
looked she,
for a constant to stick
Unlocked
she, this is how, the attic of mathematics,
Hoorray! She
wondered. What intoxicating a magic trick!
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