Her life was like a tragic play
Slow, painful, deep decay
Stuck in tomorrow, in yesterday
Unable to tell each day from day
Where was she going?
We'll never know
She was just a lonely ghost
There she wandered
To and fro
Looking for what she wanted most
Her life was like a piece of art
Messy, tragic, broken heart
There was no end, there was no start
Slowly losing part by part
A home, a home
A place called home
So she no longer had to roam
A piece, a peace
Some piece of peace
So she could finally rest at least
About the Creator
Emily Hornsby
Discovering myself all over again.
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Ode to Mathematics
Simplifications, Indivisibilities, Constructivism. (I think the two three-word haikus that I have written are what Paul and partner had in mind, but I am not sure.) (The last word is more for logic, but in the subject of Logic is Mathematics in a sense for does math in its advanced forms deal with constructs of some form.)
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