Pi
in the sky
cumulus puffs
in billowing waves
cooling from your window's sill
fractal transcendence
chaotic, in theory
oh, never will I know all of you
essential presence
irrationality applied
a constant in all I perceive
in the teardrop
on my arcing cheek
and the eye from which it rolls
ambling ever onward
to your silent chore
I sing a song of sixpence
remembering evermore
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