Art doesn't work alone
It doesn't create something new
An understanding never intended
Math doesn't need an audience to be discovered
How we would talk to unknown intelligence
A golden record of mostly math floating through the cosmos
Down certain ravines there are answers
From certain height we can see
I need a sunny day
Flower to fill my poems
A woman no one dreams of
Starlights to set the scene
Nothing I need to understand
This moment I steal myself
No contradictions to resolve
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