<!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="/plain.css" /> <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="/">Andrew Yu's Website</a></p> </div> </body> </html>