That Stupid Question

it was like that flakey pi always divided, subtracted their estimation became errors emotions scattered and multiplied his lust was the square root of her tainted attraction stability was on a descending slope with too many unforeseen factors yet, a graph of unexplained laughter when they found the solution there was forever another problem her plot settled on “x” while his traveled on “y” the sequences never seemed to connect they were one complicated inequality limits rarely existed to them areas of boundary lines crossed when they lived in opposite directions leaving an empty center but constant crumbs that circular passion was never quite rational