The empty set exists by Alexandru Ionut
To see her would be like touching death
It's axiomatic, the foundation of any metric
You love her because she's her
Double entendre across the stanza
But her hair, only spirals
My love for her, pure vector
Imaginary, hypercomplex
Unmixed evil, I bow to Lord Kelvin
Maxwell's demon, my Hamiltonian angel
Lemaître rolls the globe
I scour it all
The absolute framed in the abstract
Her touch electric, she skirts the real
The thought of her chases me
She's the fairest of them all
I pray for her to the Lord of all men
Cosmic logic made flesh, restorer of balance
I praise the giants who lifted me up
Euler, Thales, Anaximander . . .
My connection with Alex Ionut has primarily been through Facebook -- and some of his art is displayed there at the Bridges -- Art and mathematics site. Here is a sample:
The spherical clothoid, a 3d generalization of the Euler spiral |
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