Musings Apropos of Calculus
Oh, whose empathy may be
unbounded along the path I
chose to travel constantly
in loop resistance
(an idyllic symbolism)
of the living autumn
(still another)
?
He of whose empathy
I could derive
a partial fraction to be saved,
of which then by extrapolation
my energy
potential
kineticized
integrating my sensations
to an area
of summed good sense...
Such a one
as in my sights
has yet to travel parallel,
remains thus merely
in my visions' slumber-sands
a parting shadow, partitioned into myriad.
As time regained so rarely passes
hourglasses lack the right.
In stead of those maligned devices
cherry blossoms play my part, spiraling
in floats aflutter
counting down the waves of distance
passed in time and still
... to pass away.
