Mute Motion Poem by Ida Mustazir
Mute Motion
hundreds of nude-pigmented petals
flowing, bouncing, dancing on my cymbals
but they don't clash with each other
they keep dancing until I stop
and my infinite typing
is like a case of calculus
that will never be integrated
would you listen
to my final text
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: human nature
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4/19/2024 4:16:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some equations just get too large