Clicking Chalk and Useless Talk
Numbers unfold,
leaves coloured gold.
Through the pane,
the bright rays wain.
Endless quotient rules,
veritable toil of fools.
Language is lost!
Oh, at what cost?
The droning voice,
leaving no choice.
The struggle of math,
its ambiguos path.
"Beneath the rule of men entirely great, the pen is mightier even than the sword."
-Zeitgeist
Monday, February 25, 2008
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