poet Vijay Seshadri

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.

Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2018

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Comments about Imaginary Number by Vijay Seshadri

  • Julia Luber (8/1/2019 8:25:00 PM)

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

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