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Poem Collection 1

Article ID: 15*

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+Had witness my fall you recalled the path I took,
+Projectiles to pass by space; time closed thy book
+To ram but slow I shut my ears and eyes
+Flowing through called history thy trust no doubt? +

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+Damaged walls, flake of snow
+Fluorescent bulbs to the wicked glow
+Copper-plated zinc, as electrons fly off—
+Less energy, more mass,
+Bonds fuse and dissipate through. +

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+Call for distress I pull through wind and
+Reciprocal squares guard my flame!
+Gift of time we lost our brain,
+Collectively trialed to the scent of law. +

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+A tie, a knot
+Blank tile of red paper
+No truth I behold
+booklets I then fold
+Leaves have fallen through
+The last rupture of space
+Time hauls, halts, as
+My inertia approaches the essence
+Subjectivity I entail
+That last, final mail.
+First straw thy burnt
+Reducingly brick red I turn
+Why, the notion of myself?
+What basis vectors I base upon?
+Me, contra-variant perspectives
+Limited at zero but never approaching
+in finite steps.
+Impedance to the arrow
+Coils induce, right thumb.
+Like a diverging series I pass
+Through covariant species. +

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+Maple trees that vanish
+While last it's me who's banished,
+FLEE, RUN WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE—
+Equations you cannot derive.
+Integrate; syndicate; resonate!
+Iterating through the ashes of history
+We being in the gory and your glory.
+We're all in a hurry, but worry you not;
+I had my best at calculating my determinant,
+What's left is all but ultimately permanent.
+Clot! Shot? Weeding through time and space.
+No eigenvalues that mind could could encompass,
+While you still have the privilege for forecasts! +

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+A game of roulette
+That starry of a couplet;
+Seeking knowledge
+Without that assuage.
+Thy brain is squishy
+Heart ceases to be wishy.
+Dreams crushed,
+Faces blushed.
+Perpetually elevated,
+Never subjugated. +

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+May the base case be proven, by induction
+we arrive at a construction.
+Blocks of clay invisibly built,
+No sense of pride or guilt.
+Cold and austere,
+Painting a sphere clear near.
+Dreams of symbols,
+Winge for the last call.
+But it always awaits,
+Never do you demodulate.
+No need to be redemptive,
+Truth itself relative. +

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+At the end of the day I phew
+Lips turn blue;
+Falling into misery
+No degree that I've deprived!
+Painting my soul,
+Let go of that control.
+Strolling enrolling a whole percent.
+Nothing to represent, scent of intent—
+Reproaching the limit
+only Pis and Sigmas
+By what they underlie.
+Goodbye?
+No reply. +

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+Deprived of truth that I see eternal,
+I swear to god, none that saw feudal.
+Coaxially aligned my heart's contrived,
+By pen and ink thy mind has arrived.
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+Standing on the shoulder of giants—
+or rather under the shoes of no alliant's.
+I burn, I oxidize, but then reduce,
+But no theorem or method could induce.
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+May those not maligned shall fly,
+No key of mine might apply.
+Bombard the idea that I survive
+All I am is alive. +

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