copyright © 2002 Tim McCormack

Mathematician's Dream

Content is ©opyright 2002 by Tim McCormack

Text color and formatting represents reading style:
[Expository, sort of dull]
[Getting a little more excited]
[Joyous]
[Longing]
[A bit frustrated]
[Plaintive]
[Undulating, somewhat resigned]

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The inline formatting is bright so that it is hard to read w/o an effort. That's intentional...

In math...
I sense the core of truth.

Not a simple and easy truth,
but a glittering heterarchy
suspended
and surrounded
in all its glory--

by tendrils of dust.

There is no center
     to locate,
no edge
     to grasp,
no form
     to wrap around.

The purest truth is inaccessible,
just beyond reach,
around the eternally last corner.

I canít even see a reflection,
not the slightest glimmer of form

or tactile existance...

My bones ache
tendons tremble
nerves vibrate
And my mind revels,
in the slightest glimpse.

I thrill to the finest wire of being
long to run to the edge of experience
and throw myself into the chaos of meaning

[softer, turning to almost contemplative] nestle into the whirl of logic, and be subsumed. [half of a pause]

But I find no traction. I have no ground under my feet,
I run on the treadmill of my mind...
and slip,
fail,
fall.
Scrape against harsh physicality

My bones still ache.

The hollow, constricting sorrow resumes.
The waste of life stretches out again
and the walls collapse back in again


[a little tired/fatigued] This world is not elegant.

I am bound by filaments of dust.

I am desperate [hang for a smidgen] to be free...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
My attempt at distilling 18 years of frustration with the physical world. Also my first piece at No Shame. Thanks Cory!

"Mathematician's Dream" debuted November 29, 2002, performed by Tim McCormack.

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