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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? -

-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. -

-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. -

-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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