Beautiful Numbers

Simply Put, Math = Beauty

A complex plain consisting of numbers 1 through k,

Radiates our givens to an exuberant degree.

No land, whether point or space, presents such

A sine of grace as a function of waves.

We can power ourselves up and define the

Magnificent proof of our next value.

Root us and find the basic core.

e us and make us natural.

Graph the pattern and discover what it means

To exist beyond the real, the reality.

Our alphabet is centuries dead

And still proficient.

Dimensions rift, characterizing the

Fundamental history of our youth;

The prime years.

Those days that integrated the volume of our fun,

Evaluating the mass of our fantasies,

Were the stepping-stones of great discoveries,

Of bedazzlement in a splendiferous field.

We aim for the median in our arguments,

Causing modes of betrayal.

Forcefully pushing a derivative towards the edge.

Vector meadows and Z mountains swarm with our

Coefficients, titillating the sights and sounds, but

Never truly changing the world around us.

What pleasures exist in this world?

That of eigensatisfaction!

We eat kernels and attend the finest styling of matrices.

An institute of groupings and cinematography.

For our children, toys of splendor fill their day.

A vast array of light

Produces a spectrum onto their minds,

With a candid frequency.

What can be said of us is this:

Our boundaries lie within the limits

Of our rhythmic souls.

We quantum leap gracefully diffracting quotients

Into multiples of infinity.

To an extent we possess validity,

Ultimately we are the zero point.