The Constant Line

Those curves dare forsake me, they cannot cross me,

I am a tangent to their bends,

I am their lord, they bow before me,

Before they depart to faraway lands.

They go to infinities unknown, unheard of,

Those between two neighbouring dots,

And despite conquering that illimitability,

They fight to touch this master they sought.

Come, my loves, I will release you,

You are my people, my lovers, my life,

I will cross your excuse for a sigmoid,

At two points that carve the edge of my knife.

Those bloody curves thought they could betray their ruler,

I am the vanguard to their sine,

They go up and they go down,

Whilst I remain The Constant Line.

Many-Worlds Interpretation

Your bars cast shadows on my figure and sliced me into parts,

But I reached out to reality through the intermittent spaces.

You broke my heart into millions of tiny little hearts,

But they all revel in the multiplicity of my faces.

I was one with you, alone from the start,

But now I have a population within me,

That embraces.