SONG
OF “e”
I’m “e” and so spell me;
My phonetic shape is (i:),
Despite my place of
pride,
How I, to a limit,
subside!
I start with One plus one,
And then, into
fractions, run,
Stretch me to the ends
of earth–
For Space suffers no
dearth;
Work me till the edge of
Time.
In every way and clime;
Completeness I can’t
gain
With this decreasing
train!
God’s
One and Nature one.
I make irrational fun.
And mind of man evade.
Whose flying values fade.
I live in the number
world,
Beyond which Truth’s
unfurled,
Am I made to just
converge?
Aren’t I to fully merge?
Transcendent is my role.
I must redact my goal.