To square a parabola
In geometric space.
To mirror elementals
In preliminary haste.
When all confirms the circle,
(The product of the pie) ,
Not to be divergent, but
Reverential to the eye.
A theorem reprimanded
Of quandaries hitherto
Unmentioned by the Masons,
Perplexing both me and you.
Is all a grand illusion?
A mystery dressed in laws.
For prideful minds what's missing
Behind curtains is the cause.
That one should ever wonder -
The reason that we can,
Is down to simple logic
That creation is a plan.
On parchment or binary
Codes work as the cement.
Uniting micro systems
As a macro compliment.
Write what's clearly evident.
Describe the goings on.
For literary meaning -
An insightful cap to don.
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