Imaginary Number Poem by Vijay Seshadri

Imaginary Number



The mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
is not big and is not small.
Big and small are

comparative categories, and to what
could the mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
be compared?

Consciousness observes and is appeased.
The soul scrambles across the screes.
The soul,

like the square root of minus 1,
is an impossibility that has its uses.

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Julia Luber 01 August 2019

Nice use of mathematics to shed light on the soul through poetry.

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