The curl of the worm Birdsong in the dawn: The range and domain Of mathematics.
First stand, raise thy hand: Thus, thy calculus. Each wave of thy cane Is entropy, injected.
Observe the wild curves The thin howling wind Creates as it rakes The leaves from the trees.
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