Engaging?
Maybe, four sum.
Most sit plain in a plane,
bored in their equilaterally
polygonal desks.

We entered the matrix,
in Texas, eighty-four,
but it seemed unreal,
asymptotically imaginary.
Our memory failed to log,
failed to solve, could not equate
that we were but plotted statistics
–algebraically assigned to a functionally
irrelevant table,
like the lurking, enigmatic problem
incalculably unanswered on a test.

 

Breaking the sequence,
a ratio of uncountable infinity to aleph null,
potentially in error,
a point where X didn’t mark the spot.

 

Some fail to comprehend the
orders of magnitude that can
halve this whole.
Complexity was not lost;
at least, not
hopefully.
Trigonometry, calculus, geometry,
obvious applications of algebra–
and it’s 2:35.