How should I begin?
I find myself residing
At the dried out end of the dead history
All my thoughts are dirt
Scattered on a coffin
And I a dilettante funeral spectator here
How should I presume?
A besuited bourgeois mourner
Virgin to surrender and vivid sense
I scour lichened stones
Desperately seeking
Daedalus's paternal secret
Where we will land
Well I was born with four fingers
On each hand
And with my eight fingers
And my thumbs
I do maths
Once again, how should I begin?
I've started weak and I'm stuttering
I have remembered all my lines
It seems that I have thus presumes
To talk of maths
In front of crowded rooms
I'll make the two times table mine
How should I begin?
I find myself residing
At the dried out end of the dead history
How should I presume?
A besuited bourgeois mourner
Virgin to surrender and vivid sense
Where we will land
Calculus
Finishes me
I don' follow
Trigonometry
I've got nothing to add
To algebra
The more complex functions
I don't remember
But arithmetic
The absolute
Zero
Is arithmetic
On fingers and toes
I have remembered
All my lines
I'll make the two times table mine
I will
Not presume
But I will
Thus begin
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