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My Friend in Math

Through the usual spectacle it’s lost
Obscured by the vanities we endure
The strings of soul continually crossed
Her light inside so pure


To others it might seem a mystery
Surely this isn’t her way
But alas I see with great clarity
The Math! It soothes her stay


Tonight she sings of no greater truth
Than that of a Slope-Field Equation
Her dance with infinity increasingly smooth
A variable just needs her persuasion


Wistful am I on this beach of a night
Remembering a tangible myth
With numbers Oh numbers I saw a playwright!
A mathematical monolith




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