A poem

Oh engineering paper, why

Do you disappear in the infinite sky?

I need you everyday

And the cost of you is very high.

I long to draw on your criss-crossed symmetric lines

So that maybe I could achieve symmetry without eating too much time.

But I lose you.

Like everything else I hold dear.

Amnesia in the near future, I fear.

It’s time to call the doctor so that we can be together.

In any weather.

Forever. Amen Ra.

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