The caravan of digits that is pi
does not stop at the edge of the page,
but runs off the table and into the air,
over the wall, a leaf, a bird’s nest, the clouds, straight into the sky,
through all the bloatedness and bottomlessness.
Oh how short, all but mouse-like is the comet’s tail!
Understand do not I, but you think you do?
But It is all just pi in the sky!
Unless you are like Brian Cox.
for he says electrons do the same?
Peter Baxter or Pete Bax