Mathematics is the language of the universe.

observe, space is curved
in no time flat.
I lift the apple away.
I shine along light in blissful waves,
beaming with relative grace.
a metaphor in five right angles
lacks three in a mirrored square
like dimensional seems sewn together
in heaven's holefilled tangles
so i long to be fixed forever
with an omnipotent view.
for mathematic beauty heaven dies
still, i'm looking at you.

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