Math Poem by Alexandra Motschmann

what is it that attracts me in such an amazing way
is it the bunch of money that we need to pay
and count to be more and more on the happy side
which gives us a special and glorious pride

No oh no not at all I need to confess
it’s the old Kabala dress
which grasps a single sight
of million galaxies so bright

It is the golden rule which transforms the reality
into a place of weird and unknown essentiality
moving into the soul without effort or violence
just simple geometry and omnipresence

Our homes are based on statics and art
a cute mathematically play yard
full of Geisteswissenschaft
like a launching spacecraft

A passion to Pythagoras the vegetarian
who loved to discover as an utilitarian
an invention of Da Vinci through Mona Lisa
as a never-ending painting star

Just an axiom, all based on this single precept
an unbelievable, and untouchable concept
infected the world and the human nature
like an inevitable conjuncture

A love to all those number freaks
open and discovering like Wiki leaks
like artists discovering the existence
with other funds of eloquence