I dwelt aloof on a battering banner
saw thy murmuring manners obscured from proof.
prickling trials of trailing crumbs
perfumed performance of glamorous root.
upheld against thy lonely, lonely lumbers
that vindictive yonder hosts hostile bump-
succumbing to thy endless chasms of prodigal verse
evil, charismatic cliches of ingenious proverb
I shall allow the notion of God to reside
for at proofless days I need thy creator beside
what unique beauty, dear mathematics, my friend or fiend,
defines thy cruel, incandescent riverside?
unceasing flows of adolescent insight
all lured by God to the interwoven bedside.
Mathematics is a young man’s game, still abide?
The crowd, brilliantly ludicrous, abides in all-y:
taken into exile our mortal plight
drawn in darkness the amorphous bride
thy shape, thy beauty, thy pattern plied
In exhilaration I explore, exiled by the holy countryside!
Note from poet:
this is an elegy to all wondrous teenage minds lost in search for mathematical truth.