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	the mathematics of diesel engines (and love) there's a song of a lost theorem i hum on the way to work square dancing with yellow checker (eat at chevy's) cabs and swinging myself up and down the steep steps of the train singing a sweet equation which refuses to resolve into a major chord, into a single raw digit (the answer is not 42), while i dodge the thrusting hands of people who believe i hold the cash back on their life-isn't-fair deposit. the note of its subsets and subscripts, its countermelody of remember-to-pick-up-the-milk, its small truth, well worn and familiar. and if i forgot this morning, while rinsing my coffee cup and racing you to the gate, let me repeat myself i love you

the mathematics of diesel engines (and love)