October 19, 2007 11:20-ish in Algebra

Of Seductive Thieves and Pixie Dust

“Sparkling dust,”

The pixies grin,

Though dust is more like wine.

Intoxicating in every sense,

But hardly less divine.

The glimmer of the lovely wings,

The shimmer of a smile

The thin loose clothes and airy step

Try little to beguile.

The sauntering, the trickery:

A delicate little dance,

Yet never falters in deceit

A remarkably perfect stance…

However, when the dust has fallen

Softly to the ground,

Naught but fools betrayed are left

Obsessed with those who won’t be found.

Indignantly, their anger grows

But (stealthily &) goodness knows

When emptiness defines rewards,

Such thieves will disappear…