Great Work

Mathematician, my friend
My sage alchemist
Tabulate the many minutes
The mystic-filled chances, made of pure gold
In all of the days, but keenly, the nights
That you’ve left my clean heart alone
Moments ago, you were more than this
Now, I’ve run the table
I own what you seek
Knowledge, my darling, to cast my own crown
Black diamonds
My secret

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