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[michaelboy]

Chiaroscuro

In the deafening silence of unknowing
the preponderance of hope whispers, always.
Such beauty is found in the quietest hands.

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The derivation: f(x) approaches L as x approaches a




When two hours approach two seconds
It never matters that this may make
life seem to pass that much faster
because all such seconds are precious

The development of the proof is left up to the reader.

Comments

[keplers_angels]

There is never enough asymptote poetry in the world. Thank you.

[michaelboy]

You made me smile, so Thank YOU!