We say that heaven is true,
Mathematics can't find,
But then the end of numbers
is very far behind.
We say that heaven is false
And hope mathematics show
That very far calculus
where eternities row.
WiseR that heaven is;
A puzzling I don't know,
Then it comes… the restless mind,
The heart, the hammer blow!
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