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.]