The ball rolls
And bounces, too
Carried by the wind
As it descends to the ground
It sits idle as gravity has placed it
Diversion is the way of the ball
It dares to deflect worry and distress
by Alexandra Foerster, ’09
KarlaAne Klouda2014
Thomas W. Epp, Math Center To start a Möbius tripRun along the infinite stripOn both sides you’ll driveUntil you arriveTo Start a Möbius trip
Choen Itza Adam Gavin ‘19
Thomas W. Epp, Math Center I wrote my note on a Möbius strip;Stuffed in a Klein bottle,I sent it off on an Escher sea.“Help”, it said, “I’m stuck in an infinite loop!”I waited and waited until one dayMy note washed back to me.
Sensation gripped the fingers. I am anemia. Secluded; holding tighter to thechair.Bound and gagged, your hips moved closer to the floor as I took over. I fillyour lungs with this last breath as my gift.I won’t ever let go; to the paper wrapped around your fingertips.Burning it down to the filter. Arms shaking in celebration…
you need something poeticfor your songlike seafoam green wallsbare and picture-lessa sun-soaked skyabove a crashing waterfallor a hat blown off in the winda crazy mind that can interpret numbersa child deep within the coves of slumberyou need a rhyme to make a dimesome guitar stringsand a little timesomething to sing aboutand a steady beatlike footsteps…