combinatorial optimization consists of finding an optimal object from a finite set of objects.
I am reading Gödel
when your femininity intersects
my space time dimension
filling my imagination
with undecidable propositions
of natural prime numbers
spawning highly imaginary
and irrational equations
involving impossible Euclidian geometry
mathematically distracted
I analyse the situation
graphically mapping infatuation
with your curves and data sets
trying to deduce your limits
I am lost in the infinite
exponential values of potential
If I could find the poetry
I would speak the language
of your heart with soft words
turn your eyes to mine
and pull you close
to taste your lips
The real numbers in my brain
complete their calculations
provide algorithms derived via
combinatorics and optimization
as justification for hesitation
and doing nothing.
Again.
You didn’t even see me
as you walked past.
Perfume lingering
I return to Gödel’s
incompleteness theorem.
Related articles
- Second incompleteness theorem of democracy (andrejdrapal.com)
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- Logic Saves Lives (nineyearbible.wordpress.com)
- Combinatorial Optimization read online (yzymomrs.typepad.com)
- The highly productive habits of Alan Turing (arstechnica.com)


Don’t understand it but its very good!!
LOL – it is all about how the whole is greater than the sum of its parts
Some things simply cannot be found in mathematics and equations…
“I am lost in the infinite
exponential values of potential”
does one ever reach the fullness exponentially?
Theory says no – but then Godel et al are way way smarter than I…
beautiful
Thank you. Who knew that math had lyrical as well as logic beauty?
I have always hated maths, but this one has got me confused
My poem worked then!
it did!
I married a Physics major who also had a Math minor. He’s hottttt. (Please be sure to pronounce all those t’s when you say that in your head.)
Now I am mad with jealousy. Before I was just loopy mad… pfftttt. Remember to pronounce the “f” sound with all those ‘t’s
(its over my head too)