Among all
the possible
worlds—there exists
a blissful
milk blue one—in which
the poet
describes perfectly
(without
much stormy
flotsam of words
or any
disparaging footnotes)
the area
underneath
each fluke of a curve.
But thankfully
there
would also
be—mathematically
more than
a couple
in which I
am no good
at telling you any of this.