The first picture is "Even Into Odd". The second picture is "Four Times Five". (Note, the polygons around the edge alternately have 4 sides and 5 sides, and the polygon they surround has 4 times 5 = 20 sides.) The third picture is "More than Twelve". The fourth picture is "Additionally Multiplied". (Don't get this picture's name confused with "Another Addition Multiplied", which was a picture I posted in my blog-post about grids a couple months ago.) And the last picture is "X To The Y".
Around The Quasi-Maze
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Amongst the scribbled grid, amongst this
Machine of squiggles, we subdivided all
Into its constituents of anything. Around
The quasi-maze, we rotated slightly, we
Turned in our refraction always observed.
And then we engulfed the reciprocals of sums,
The sums of reciprocals. And there upon
This helix, the wisps determined our
Subjective dreams. There, in this reality
We have surrendered, we become flat, and yet
We become precise, if simply theoretical. Ah,
Amongst the convergence of irradiant tableaux,
We trace the exactness of our duplication.
But in this assumption, we have pretended, we
Have imagined certainty and disenchanted sleep
To be awkward, to be sketched inside each
Thought of enumeration purposefully revealing.
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Reciprocals Added Then Summed
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Obsessed are these ample abstractions
With their reciprocals added then summed.
Oblivious to such just dreams, we endure
The tremors of our numerals,
Endure the equations we also pray to.
Observed, this earthen sleep wakes us
So as to show us its calculations.
And we deny the froth its victory,
Deny the physics that have advised us
Of the uncertain linearity, that have
Added then summed the ratios of amplitude,
Of comparisons quite aesthetic yet unproved.
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Of Every Reciprocal Manmade
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If I had asked of flamboyant grids,
Of dire hues themselves within us,
Themselves alone among loops acquainting
Each edge with every vertex with
All mazes devoid of solution --
Then
I would have seen those desires
Inside my purest mind, would have
Tumbled and bubbled into a foam
Fading from below this sky, would
Have cut the worlds from voices
Of the ellipses, from unreal plaid
Stirring the sounds among us
Into alchemy and equations
Of every reciprocal manmade.
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Prisms Of Multiplicity
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Of controversial indecision; we demand that misplacement.
We put integers into these edges so as to extract
The minimal mazes from such ambiguity. Saturated
With septic squares are the grids of comprehension.
I could have found my spirit wondering if it too
Was precise in its diameters, if it was also its
Intersections within the enigmas we dare desire,
We dare to encounter.
And I ask this question of zeroness, ask if it invokes
The prisms of multiplicity. For riddles collide reassuringly.
For the corners of finitude divulge their shame.
They detach their air from their paper. But yet
The graphite spills itself into un-mended vision,
Into incompletion finally made pastel and dead.
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The Intervals Dividing
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The intervals dividing our purpose,
They are made into infinitesimals
Into zeroness as before. And
In the dullness of our shadows
I see inside what seems to have been
But dreamt of walls rising to form
A simple maze, surely. For
Each line drawn within the passages
Is approaching a bizarre asymptote,
Approaching infinitesimals and zeroness
Again as before, as has always been encircled.
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The Theorem Not Made
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A quantity assessed, this angle subdivided,
This shaded line ascending, becoming
The theorem not made into any game,
Into any other existence but these,
But of these functions each intervening
And interwoven and containing
Their purpose via their edges,
Via/by the counting of zeros, by
The prism observing its expression
Of the palindrome polygonal.
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Zero And Its Multiples
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I am only a ratio
Of 1's to 0's implied
By their own arrangement,
Am only an integer unmisplaced,
And, consequently, my salvation remains
...Among the simplest emptiness --
And so each void is but this ratio
Of purity inherent in zeroness
And of position insightful and within
Resurrected mystery,
Within, out of, and
Into
These absolute angles
And divisions constructed from
What is
Zero and its multiples.
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A Simplest Set Of Dimensions
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The die never did roll those integers
(Whether 5 or 6). Yet never known
Were the bubbles' sizes, somehow similar
And not varying but from
A simplest set of dimensions.
One, two, three, four, again, again;
And then I forget what was written
In bizarre visions of incomplete dice
And of bubbles conforming to themselves.
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These integers
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The integers and their orientations
Rose up in benign mutiny;
They became the purity and revolution,
Became of idea and of concept,
And were remade into their image created
Out of themselves and into ourselves.
The integers, they became understanding,
And transformed each into this
Magnificent game, and transformed into
That which is abstraction
And yet is illuminated
And sharp and curved.
The letters composing each atom,
They rebelled,
But remained not
Any less than desired peace,
A peace not hypocritical;
They revolted against
This very enforcing
Which has attempted to place
Pieces and numbers within
An amalgam once devoid of levity.
And conquering themselves,
These integers achieved
Freedom, achieved
Their OWN, but truthful, mathematics.
Thanks,
Leroy Quet
