What is found in the i of the pi,
this transcendental ghost in righteous
distress which evades indentured minds crusading
upon the evanescent continuum of truth.
Will pi raised to e reveal To Be
as the definite cause or just an infinite pause?
Is the root of two an insipid brew
seasoned by tricks of a scholastic crew?
Is zero a point from which all things trend
about a circular path where there is no end?
What will be found in the i of the pi,
this revenant presence which haunts
the restless conscience of mortality mired
helplessly far from the precipice of reason.
Will they find love at the end of i?
Will peace and grace be resolved by pi?
Does providence wait at the limit of x?
Will rational pursuit find the equation for WHY?
Châz
