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Real Math
The meter is running:
A measured stare,
A moment of reckoning.
I assay a smile.
The angle of her lips
Is well defined.
She responds to polite necessity;
Inside, she calculates.
A functional relationship:
Completeness and consistency,
One-to-one and onto,
We approach asymptotically.
A strange attractor:
Cycle and permutation,
We rationalize
And find a common denominator.
The radius of convergence
Tends to zero in the limit.
We postulate love;
The proof eludes us:
Unbounded, infeasible,
Too many degrees of freedom.
We exchange numbers,
But diverge unsatisfied.
Rejected hypothesis:
She weighs the merits
Of a false negative
Versus a false positive.
Singular and empty,
Rational, perhaps, but dense,
I take another random walk,
Regenerate and renew.
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