Mathematics

O’ cleverest witch, yet Prudent of all science, mighty and sharp like a hunter’s blade. On your strong infinite Spine you carry them; real and imaginary demons, rational and irrational fools of numbers. How sadly they seem, as they travel far and wide- eternity, their feet nailed to the number line. To us that wander; you cast logarithmic spells, and sync up the music, spotless glows- as though in a disco; the razzle dazzle rose, the spiro disco ball, the space cadets; we dance and swing till our days come to nothingness.