Calculations measured twice
and algebraic recipes (whose dishes need both salt and vinegar)--
I've followed bookish paradigms
extrapolating conjugated formulae,
with discipline that mimicked mythical Pathagoras.
Whatever prestige of the academies
expected me their shill to expound,
or rather matriculated to regurgitate,
I must admit that squares as circles do like constellations round
and by a gravity of profit are pulled nearer to the institution's ground.
Physics, brave to register journalistic observations,
--Nobel validations far aside--
stammers, no, but stutters, of strings and dimensions multiplied.
Still, Euclidean shapes of angular degree,
force themselves unnaturally into places they don't fit,
occupying double spaces at once, defying law and wit.
What's left, oppressed mind and guilty conscience vexed?
How can I post to YouTube an answer
that tomorrow won't prove false as much as foolish wasted?
To this, despite the presumption that every final claim of knowledge must shameless hold,
I do acknowledge all my limits and attribute faith as bold.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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