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.