Drizzled with snowflakes – its color spectrum is discontinuous, though not offensively so.
Even the geometry of its surface lacks set-theoretic definability. One may fall for the rectangular prism argument, but the lack of flatness on its faces: description-less.
Deceptively heavy, its consumption elevates me.
Highly dense, the internal cavity is the prime realization of the divine interaction of divine ingredients.
Overwhelming richness, again; lacking offensiveness.
This experience. I am now changed. I wish to reflect on this experience; and so, retiring to that transcendental place, for I need to be around divinity to reflect on that which is divine.
This poem is a description of the spiritual enlightenment which I obtained after eating one of the most beautiful tasting biscuits I have ever eaten. My great Mathematician friend Cerene brought those biscuits into existence.
I am a Pure Mathematician based at the University of Kwa-Zulu Natal (UKZN) Westville Campus. I enjoy describing things in a precise, rigorous and mathematically flavoured manner.