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limits

A function approaches a certain point

Where it must delve further and further down

It gets closer to the hinge of the joint

Some number the function attempts to drown

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Into decimals, fractions, tiniest

Into pieces of grains of sand scattered

Always nearing the point that’s shiniest

Function always infinitely battered

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As this protocol approaches something

It doesn’t quite know where it is heading

It unfurls and unravels, becoming

Unrecognizable, factors shedding

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A limit approaching is a limit

Delving into itself minute by minute.

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