i was thrown into a numeropolitan,
painted with hues of pure emotion.
Looking to find righteous company,
amidst the condescending reality.
i gazed unto the pinnacles of exponents,
and the abysses of their complements.
and the giant factory of Equation,
churning strokes pregnant with information.
i was just a figment of pure imagination,
born to perform no real function.
Yet, i feel like a fuckin' mistress,
in the altitude of the high priestess.
i searched the partials and the voluptuous rounds,
and was chased like by a pack of angry hounds.
i was going round and round in circles,
and met a madman chased since the time of Pericles.
"Stay and wait with me for my darling wife,
any time now, she shall descend - the toil of Euler's life.
Together, we shall escape into reality".
to whom i said "why, it's your pop-in-law's identity!".
And so, i roamed this universe,
whose response to me was always perverse.
and then it all came back to me,
i had known what was known to the Yogi.
i had found what i had needed in i.
i no longer heeded the words of hatred coming by,
for i was escaping into a world of reality,
little did i know, i was to shoulder the burden of negativity......
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