The Scientific Way To Do MathematicsA Poem by Robert RonnowAs air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird. And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate. Believing the substrate and the subject are separately defined. Whatever gives the poem form---three lines---is the substrate. Things will be said. The signer and the seer must supply the words Which are the substrate of the mind. A beautiful week ahead. No hundred year storms, normal summer warming. Your bones are white as lightning and strong as sticks and stones. At Pat's 80th b'day party most of us are old and jolly. 250,000 port-o-potties. There's a way to wash one out And a way not to. Arctic ice melt. Slushies. One can count Past one or nine by inserting zero to keep the rows. Implied is an order beyond the small order we impose. Goes to greatness human and divine. The two white wines Death brings to the garden are the love between good friends- Abstract. Suppose there is no afterlife, to understand the end Imagine the beginning---no brain, no mind, no name, no I. Zero Had already been inflated and the rose was in the garden.
© 2019 Robert RonnowAuthor's Note
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