His mathematical mind did tend to find time to be a most important AND ineffective misnomer of wasted requiems. His thoughts were exacting the cork of the truth. To open that battle-back bottle of anticipatory delusion is to endure to infuse
One word with one such simpering syllable with another ten-thousandths of a numerical second – as his heroic death brightly battled its own way back to belonging a-GAIN
And all via t(his) applied sense of perceived-to-become posthumoUS bliss and in a mathematical instance, as he STANDS ‘TIL STOOD remarkably tall
In the eyes of these juvenile wannabes of over-invested numerical inTELLigences and fending for themselves with the strength of their MANdatory pen
