Saturday, August 14, 2021

Nothing in the World

This poem will now
Average an
Infinite count

Of things that are
Covering an
Infinite range
Of space. Kidding.

There’s no known math
That can do that,
And this poem knows
No math. And yet,

When the day comes
You can do it
With math, it means
You’ve just rhymed it.

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