Mathematicians are beautiful.
They don’t care about you guys.
They surprise the surprise.
Mathematics is a thing,
A thing seen, a thing made into things,
As well as the structure of your eyes.
Mathematics is an architecture that sings
And is wiser than your wise.
The ceiling of the poet was a misty dome—
Formulas roamed the evening.
The answer is going home.
You make a list to support your
Opinions. You stupid bore.
Each of your items proves
The infinite doesn’t love
The false infinite anymore.