THE STORMY NATURE
OF INCLINED EVENTS
The lion has left the den; out carousing again.
That storm, and the roar I hear, can probably
be traced to him. There's an echo-chamber at
the chalk-board, where everything gets magnified :
a magic of mathematics, and the failures of all
who've tried. Someone said the world will end,
not with a whimper but with a roar. I am not so
sure. Who will care when this dim light goes out?
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