Pascal’s tooth
Renounce mathematics. I vowed again
To set my faith on paradox, not proof –
Yet spirit could not numb a wisdom tooth
Tormenting me with exponential pain:
I relented, soothed by a circle’s roll.
Released from my crucifixion to bone
I embraced the horizon, heaven’s dome,
The cycloid of an inviolate soul.
For weeks I flew, forgetful of my sin,
Pursuing figures with ideal curves
To wonderful ends, strengthening my nerves
For the penitential line back to Him.
Renounce mathematics! I found the truth,
Exploring with my tongue the rotting root.
