by two
thousand
and
one
i flipped
my magnetic pole.
i gained nothing from
civilization.
ever since,
i have been
a hiker
in much everything:
open to the one percent,
and discrete to the ninety nine.
i am sure,
you too,
you choose which from witch;
mathematics sometime is so simple.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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