I gazed at a board
in single-variable calc,
or drawing, analyzing
the chalk circle
caved slightly on the left.
I though of circles,
geometry tools and Paint.
Never making a cicle.
Unable. A fantastic
image. The circle only
exists in the decayed
minds of European mathematicians--
ventriloquists to modern
dummies. A Flatland figment, earth
is no sphere and never was.
Count its flesh pocks of
man and think of theories.
Of perfection and God.
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