Machine learning left something
Interesting on the doorstep,
Snatched from murmurations
We didn’t know it could catch—
Curves gather over number
Systems like birds over fields
And finite fields are like clocks,
Like any kind of rhythm.
Float over one, start over
Again, like the things birds do,
Winging words, making poets
Out of mathematicians.
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