Calculus, oh my dear, sweet melody
You derive and integrate to bring forth
The mystery of movement’s elegy
Not the compass rose, only slightly north
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My darling, my divine you will never
Never know, never see, never take in
That movement into math is not all there
But dearest, please, take it all on the chin
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You cannot quantify this great abstract
Movement in math will never be enough
The analogue is more than to distract
This superarchaic world of rebuff
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The percussion of this great, beastly earth
You may deign calculus, my sweetest dearth