What the answer was and what it's worth,
how far your parallelograms,
your transcendental functions
reach -- oh, my lover, all that dust
and horizon on horizon.
I built a house between two rivers
and waited in vain for you.
I caught the felicitous fishes,
the infinite improbabilities of water,
the exponential calculus of mud.
I broke L'Hospital's Rule, I broke
all your father's fences. I won't
apologize. I won't be the one
who sometimes can't believe it.
I won't offer the synthetic
geometries of ancient Greece.
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