we've found a space between the stacks
where our texts can't follow us,
where we're formula-free.
a mime of eyes and lips assenting
to a discourse of our own inventing,
a fresh philosophy.
now, when i'm faced with some equation,
your whispered words bring consolation.
they sigh: ' the only conjugation
that matters is to be .'
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congratulations on finding your way here!
there were so many spelling mistakes in that message...
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