Node Volley, Round 10: Closing the gate after the horse has bolted

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.

Node Volley, Round 12: looking back from the moment of death, spiralling antimatter from the eyes

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