Speak not of proof,
tell me not your base of data,
rhythm of algo,
expose of ponentials,
count your toes, touch your nose,
spare me encyclopedic formula.
Let me hear your poetry,
sing your song of science,
persuade me without facts,
thrill me.
A Killer And A Scholar
He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.



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