Temporal Mathematics Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Temporal Mathematics



There is a time when mathematicians decide lasagna is mathematics.



Then something very terrible happens…

And someone replies with the most profound truth…

But then they say that most of life is filled with an immense blank canvas.



(Tolerate this, and you learn a lot of graves' humor, and how to avoid suicide…)

Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,suicide
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After hearing a garbage truck possibly dispose of a millennial who had slept in a dumpster overnight, early in the morning. I survived a similar experience, minus the prolonged banging and crunching sound.
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