The Way Archimedes Proved Ideas
If all the pencils and pens
in the world disappeared,
I would write your name
in the ashes on the hearth.
If all the paper burned
into smoke and computers
went suddenly dark,
I would scribble it,
in the bath, in the suds
of my oily skin.
If the damp sands washed
away with the tide,
leaving the beach alone,
I would go to the floor of
my basement and draw it
in the dust.
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Very cool poem. Thanks!