About pi.
http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/07/03_pi.html
pi
pi
pied
pie-dog
3.14159…et cetera
stuffing E Fudd stuttered
and never quite
quite pinned, you
know, like the fabled
butterfly of chaos
in a blue killing jar
no. no. yes.
indeterminately irrational
gleefully grimaced
the only cross borne
betwix, between,
beyond the eyes – this
bearing of responsibility
too holey
alone
within the stations
of unwritten circumference
plotted, r² plodded
an orbit eccentric, elastic and
pie-dog howled
to pied stars unseen
pi
Pi in the sky, by and by, when you die? Thanks for the link and the poetry! I was just thinking about my geometric work the other night – now there's some gnarly pieces of pi, poised to take flight like the butterfly of chaos! 🙂
You ought to post your gnarly pieces of pi! Since pi is (theoretically) infinite, then I'd say the expressions of pie, each slice as it were, can be as well.
Don't get me started – on the topic of gnarliness or the topic of posting! 😉