A poem wrote by a skilled Gaelic poet that describes the equation of Pi.
I see the transcendental equation, my perfect Pi-etic formula of perfections perception, let me clear the cathartic confetti off my mind, with a little graffiti painted with rhyme, I found within a pure souls schemes, beating at a constant 3.14, life back into my bloodstream, why was such an elegant absolute such as this given to humanity? Perhaps society needed a flawless form to awake from hates mass-memories. Reading a symbol as I laid wide asleep I feel awake, one thing better another numbered sweet flesh, gift of her eternal breath.
by dmbpoetic November 28, 2011