poem Equations

EQUATIONS

Some learn to love this truth-dwelling machinery
Values slipping dimensions
Notations arbitrarily
Caricature laws of the warp
Or the artisan’s knife
Let x drop anchor
Bound the realm so that time appears to begin
Where the conic projection
Casts shadows on one sector of the known universe
And assume that each subsequent transformation
Associating known elements with those merely assumed
Never violating symmetry
Generates forms far darker
Than one would suppose.