Dmp9 (Jan 20, 1990)

Transitus

Flaming awareness
Reflects on ripples of lovework,
Cresting on combers, pulsing
To impress polarity
On waves of the Big Muddy Current.
They say that Time
Can never die:
I'd like to see Time in the ring
With the Root of "i".

The Root of 'i'`s a Star

Named Inspiration:
Now that he's gotten blacklisted
History cranks re-run suds
Through beerhalls that echo:
"This is Your Inquisition."

On that accursed day,

So wise women will say,
When the Acropolis got logged
The Root of Minus One went on the nod;
Isoscoles became the chain-gang God.
We worshiped not Hypotenuse
Until we'd suffered
Much foul use.
To St. Pythagoras we'll pray:
Hear how the children gripe,
And make the angle right.

– from Beneath the Old Man´s Mountains.

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