I know one plus one, is two,
But two divided leaves one alone
And calculating...
If a train leaves New York
At seven...
And another leaves Carolina at nine
Both traveling
As fast as pulse through veins
How long until they find
Each other's platformed embrace
Multiply in the fraction of time
It took
For us to fall...
Subtract all the noise from outside sources
And find the circumference of the circle
That holds us in gravitational pull
The square root of all evil
Is longing and lusting
I am the x to your y
An equation easily solved
You do the math
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever and intense. One of my favorites.