Get all caught up in the fainter accents and in the shady section of the circles

That stare up and wait for an answer to the Word Problem.

Possible is a description of an--the--event and

Will/won't is a fraction or a ratio or a division between right and wrong.

What is another word for some worldly uncoordinated plane

That crashes and leaves decimal flames in its negative reach?

I don't need one. Chances are I want one. Probability is not taking sides for the moment.

She occupies the axes and centers. I am not welcome in other minds and she is.

Fractions of seconds and minute compositions go by in imaginary time.

Nobody knows but the logic was not there until you made me see reason

Blood rubies and pearls glint in false symmetry and this is

The product of an imagination gone off the perimeters.

The sum of your subtle arguments was no match for the infinity pit

But the difference between us in all truth could not last long because the

Denominator is just a number without her bright high leader in comparison.

It's not cheating when there's nobody to cheat and everything you do is a positive

Natural number... Nobody counts with zero in their mouths because nothing

Is not worth a mention, and we don't have time between the quarters and halves

And we can't figure out, between logic and sense, how to make room for that...

But before you were one you were zero. Nought things becoming. Not point five or anything.

There is only one correct answer! But it threatens those of us who weigh words.

There is only one answer to one equation

And only one problem for one answer.

I don't want to be a divisor, or even to look at the factors of zero.

But everybody's right who isn't wrong because this is mathematics

And everything is definite except the things that aren't.

At least I know (that I am capable of finding) the value of x.

A was never a fraction because it was equal to one whole

And I was the improper eight halfhearted, breaking against the line as dash waves,

And A was absolute and perfect.