WOULDN’T IT BE LOVERLY…

If losing one’s mind would leave

vast empty caverns anxious to be filled.

A new interest!  How about bowing out

as a theoretical mathematician!

I never recovered from flashcard fright.

(There’s a wormhole now between

numbers and geometry)–

Is the flying bishop any stranger

than the idiot savant?   Are mutations

only physical?  What of Noam Chomsky’s

language blueprint?  Maybe rolling the

dice  could gift reincarnation…

[Poor soul, she mistook the grim reaper

for a croupier at Reno.]