poem26 Aug 2019 08:00 pm
by Robert Borski
Behind, and forward,
the two symmetrical strings
of zeros splay out like
triskaidekal scourges,
but now, half-way through eternity
(for this is how long it takes
to summit the midpoint of
[10^30 + 666 x 10^14 + 1]),
the Number of the Beast
has finally been reached, numbingly
recited by the scorched lips
of those condemned to count
to the prime's terminus as punishment.
Nicely done then, my pretties,
says Belphegor -- accountant-prince of Hell
and prototype of every math teacher
who ever wielded chalk and found
sexual satisfaction in the thorn bushes
of differential calculus. But he, in fact,
can barely wait to announce
his next assignment --
prove the primality of the number
named in his honor.
Just be sure to show the math.
* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belphegor%27s_prime
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