As a metawhore I feel Mathematics
I do not know Mathematics

I sense Mathematics’ incessant caress
as proverbial greedy hands all over me

mathematics pays me with life
lived by it, her, he, they

I might seem dumb,
despicable and disposable
to its mathpriests

for they struggle daily
to understand her
to contain him
to ex-plain them

and here I come
with seeming debased intimacy
at metaphysical non-dimensions
and linguistic ephemeral metaphors

I am metawhore
to love to
to art to
to learn to

meet my lover
whom I seem to
never meet eye to eye

                          —animasuri’23 

“… I would use the words of Jeans, which says that the great architect seems to be a mathematician.  And for you who don’t know mathematics, it’s really quite difficult to get a real feeling for the deepest beauty of nature.”

— Richard Feynman