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diff --git a/article/poems-1.html b/article/poems-1.html deleted file mode 100644 index e5db40f..0000000 --- a/article/poems-1.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,148 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" lang="en"> - <head> - <title>Poem Collection 1</title> - <link rel="stylesheet" href="/style.css" /> - <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0" /> - <link rel="shortcut icon" href="/favicon.ico" type="image/x-icon" /> - <meta charset="utf-8" /> - </head> - <body> - <h1>Poem Collection 1</h1> - <p>Article ID: 15*</p> - -<p> -Had witness my fall you recalled the path I took,<br /> -Projectiles to pass by space; time closed thy book<br /> -To ram but slow I shut my ears and eyes<br /> -Flowing through called history thy trust no doubt? -</p> -<hr /> -<p> -Damaged walls, flake of snow<br /> -Fluorescent bulbs to the wicked glow<br /> -Copper-plated zinc, as electrons fly off—<br /> -Less energy, more mass,<br /> -Bonds fuse and dissipate through. -</p> -<hr /> -<p> -Call for distress I pull through wind and <br /> -Reciprocal squares guard my flame!<br /> -Gift of time we lost our brain,<br /> -Collectively trialed to the scent of law. -</p> -<hr /> -<p> -A tie, a knot<br /> -Blank tile of red paper<br /> -No truth I behold<br /> -booklets I then fold<br /> -Leaves have fallen through<br /> -The last rupture of space<br /> -Time hauls, halts, as<br /> -My inertia approaches the essence<br /> -Subjectivity I entail<br /> -That last, final mail.<br /> -First straw thy burnt<br /> -Reducingly brick red I turn<br /> -Why, the notion of myself?<br /> -What basis vectors I base upon?<br /> -Me, contra-variant perspectives<br /> -Limited at zero but never approaching<br /> -in finite steps.<br /> -Impedance to the arrow<br /> -Coils induce, right thumb.<br /> -Like a diverging series I pass<br /> -Through covariant species. -</p> -<hr /> - -<p> -Maple trees that vanish<br /> -While last it's me who's banished,<br /> -FLEE, RUN WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE—<br /> -Equations you cannot derive.<br /> -Integrate; syndicate; resonate!<br /> -Iterating through the ashes of history<br /> -We being in the gory and your glory.<br /> -We're all in a hurry, but worry you not;<br /> -I had my best at calculating my determinant,<br /> -What's left is all but ultimately permanent.<br /> -Clot! Shot? Weeding through time and space.<br /> -No eigenvalues that mind could could encompass,<br /> -While you still have the privilege for forecasts! -</p> -<hr /> - -<p> -A game of roulette<br /> -That starry of a couplet;<br /> -Seeking knowledge<br /> -Without that assuage.<br /> -<i>Thy brain is <b>squishy</b></i><br /> -Heart ceases to be wishy.<br /> -Dreams crushed,<br /> -Faces blushed.<br /> -Perpetually elevated,<br /> -Never subjugated. -</p> -<hr /> - -<p> -May the base case be proven, by induction<br /> -we arrive at a construction.<br /> -Blocks of clay invisibly built,<br /> -No sense of pride or guilt.<br /> -Cold and austere,<br /> -Painting a sphere clear near.<br /> -Dreams of symbols,<br /> -Winge for the last call.<br /> -But it always awaits,<br /> -Never do you demodulate.<br /> -No need to be redemptive,<br /> -Truth itself relative. -</p> -<hr /> - -<p> -At the end of the day I phew<br /> -Lips turn blue;<br /> -Falling into misery<br /> -No degree that I've deprived!<br /> -Painting my soul,<br /> -Let go of that control.<br /> -Strolling enrolling a whole percent.<br /> -Nothing to represent, scent of intent—<br /> -Reproaching the limit<br /> -only Pis and Sigmas<br /> -By what they underlie.<br /> -Goodbye?<br /> -No reply. -</p> -<hr /> - -<p> -Deprived of truth that I see eternal,<br /> -I swear to god, none that saw feudal.<br /> -Coaxially aligned my heart's contrived,<br /> -By pen and ink thy mind has arrived.<br /> -<br /> -Standing on the shoulder of giants—<br /> -or rather under the shoes of no alliant's.<br /> -I burn, I oxidize, but then reduce,<br /> -But no theorem or method could induce.<br /> -<br /> -May those not maligned shall fly,<br /> -No key of mine might apply.<br /> -Bombard the idea that I survive<br /> -All I am is alive. -</p> - - <div id="footer"> - <hr /> - <p><a href="/">Runxi Yu's Website</a></p> - - </div> - </body> -</html> |