And in our bound partition never part. The inverse of my verse, a null domain. Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind Cuts capers like a happy haversine. I see the eigenvalue in thine eye, I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh. But in our hearts Hyperbole Curves and departs To infinity.
Error is boundless.
Nor hope nor doubt, Though both be groundless, Will average out. They have no charge and have no mass And do not interact at all. The earth is just a silly ball To them, through which they simply pass, Like dustmaids down a drafty hall Or photons through a sheet of glass. Like tall And painless guillotines they fall Down through our head into the grass. At nothing, nothing thinking all the day.