Let others consider pure mathematics, <br />I see a world <br />where reality leaves its mark <br />and the clockwork <br />gets shorter all the time <br />while time runs out. <br /> <br />Where no flowers remain <br />for the light brown bee <br />and everything pine away into a desert <br />and the greenhouse effect <br />covers the whole wide world, <br /> <br />the ozone layer burning away <br />and the sky full of grey clouds <br />shedding thunder and rain down <br /> <br />and waves <br />braking further over the horizon <br />in to the land <br />smashing in torrents <br /> <br />and man is dumbstruck <br />almost frozen <br />about the effect <br />of his own handiwork. <br /> <br />[Reference: Suiwer Wiskunde by N.P. Van wyk Louw.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impure-mathematics/
