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+		<h1>Poem Collection 1</h1>
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+<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.
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