Oscillations

To think I thought this thing a thing to last
An engagement in a petty fling no more
Entities flung far and wide within some folly foolery
Comprehension that is all but vague. 
It’s fascinating now to see. Simple
Equations in the pontifical valley

Cater to the unimagined mind. 
Radicals and variables, plethora of
Misdeeds unrequited and a sneeze
Passing by the whiteboard, professor
Writes another scene of promiscuity, 
A gasp in absence of all meaningful

Data—it has yet to fall. Bombastic
Voices all around us and a symbol, 
Ancient Greek, pronounces half the
Figments of our time and progress, 
Swing together tedious pendulum, 

Yet don’t ask of the properties, he
Recreates them still, floozy—is that not a
Proper name to use in appellation of
Another mark beneath a battered paper, 
Relaxation. Assurances of trite succession
And a volley of success in future time.