A poem about evolution, truth, and identity — The Sum I am the sum of an infinite series,
always converging, never arrived.
I am most certainly no Revelation,
squeezed from the flesh of some low-hanging fruit;
simple… seductive… corrupt. Like my ancestors, like my descendants,
I am the sum of an infinite series.
I am emphatically not some Minerva,
sprung fully-armed from the…