Mathematics and Art

Moving faster than math,

I ride the train to the city.

 

Lines, gradations, numbers.

 

So many nice colors,

Cool chaos,

The air slick with liquid nitrogen.

 

An ornament,

My education dangles

from the tree in city center.

In the reservoir,

My distilled ambition eddying.

Through the equation of church bells,

A garland of neon loss.

 

Which sun is silent, low?

The near one that blinds

Or the farther that fries?

 

In a clear city,

rumors

give you an inert art.

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