Figure Fugue With Fractals And The Most Beautiful Equation
Random patterns emerge in stock
prices and the heights of buildings,
casting shadows on New York City’s
population and even on the length
of its rivers. Comparing… most of these
numbers begin with digit 1,
less with 2 and three, and so on
until only a tiny amount
begin with 9. The larger the data
the more profound the pattern,
random acts of true math logic.
Two shadows dance in the night
traversing Trump Rink
in snowy Central Park,
seemingly haphazard doodling.
Cutting compulsory figures,
atoms of math float diagonally
on the Ulam cloth where maybe the pattern
of prime spirals. All this randomness
requires a laugh, but wait, did you know
there’s a finite amount of geometric patterns?
Did Escher know there are only 17 wallpaper
groups? Symmetry!
Now about that nerdy math laugh,
after a complete sphere eversion,
my stomach has turned inside out and
I've heard topologists can’t tell doughnuts from
their coffee. Wait maybe it was something
about an ass and a hole in the ground.
Nevermind, not one foretelling or for telling jokes.
I am in love with the torus, besides
my homeomorphic lover captures
the essence in the sweetest sonnet.
I feel I am on a Mobius spinning,
alas, perhaps a simple circle.
A most beautiful equation reaching
more than skin deep into the depths
of my existence, an irrational number
governing the rate of exponential growth,
raised to the power of an imaginary number,
multiplied by the interestingly famous pi.
He lifts me high above his head and all this
equals negative 1, add a plus one and it equals zero.
This is not hyperbole, these strange numbers
and even one that isn't real, combines so simply.
Euler’s equation takes my breath away...Identity, Identify!
Blink! I am thin-slicing, blowing hoar frost and frost flowers.
Cutting figure eights, we gather snowflakes…
under the sun’s yearly analemma, eyes on fractals sink.
Lovers dance in a circle traversing it on two different paths,
