By: Ricardo Palomino (School of Mathematics)
Competition Year: 2017
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The sound of the pen crawling on the paper
following ideas pouring from my mind,
an electric shiver gliding down my back
“I think I got it!”, yes, that’s Maths.

Hot brown fuel falling down my throat
speeding up my river of thought,
“I can’t take this anymore!”
I said after writing down that Aleph-naught.

Chalk I breathe,
with Gauss I dream.
What is wrong with me?

“God does arithmetic”,
and so do I.
I should really stop thinking just about pi.
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