Down The Rabbit Hole Of Mathematical Uncertainty Poem by Alexander Shaumyan

Down the rabbit hole
We go and go,
Following infinite
Decimal rows
Of pi's expansion -
Three point one four,
One, five, nine, two,
Six, and so much more...
Going down
Through the
Infinite
Doors...

And no janitor
Can stop us now,
As we keep going
Through sigmas
And taus,
Stopping to ponder
The value of phi-
Half plus a half
Of the square
Root of five.

Perfect geometry-
Golden rectangles,
Circles and squares,
And we form an angle
That cuts an arc
Of 120 degrees
And of 180
When we disagree.

But you and I, darling,
Could never be square,
For we are well-rounded
And well aware
That the truth lies
Somewhere between
Zero and one,
Where a small
Chance of
Winning is
Still better
Than none.


December 11,2006