We always want to make
Little men, playing around
In the kitchens of the gods
We made and prayed to
When midnight lightning
Could not be expressed
As a mere one plus one equation
To the Children of Oceans.
Their heirs, the Turning Wheels,
Today give snide smiles
To antique alchemy in
Favor of the clones we pray
Will surpass their aging mold,
A step short of immortal,
As righteous as the Zero.
From Barrow, 2009
March 14th is Pi Day
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