#poetry #art In a realm where numbers reign, A line, so straight, its path plain. Near, a parabola arcs, a gentle strain, $ y = x^2 $ , its rule, its chain.   Linear path, a constant flow, $ y = mx + b $ , steady, slow. Yet in its neighbor’s curved shadow, Lies a dance of rise and fall, aglow.   In their intersection, a point of grace, Coordinates meet, a brief embrace. $ (x, mx + b) = (x, x^2) $ A moment in space, a shared space.   This ballet of algebra, silent and deep, In equations' hold, secrets they keep. A line and a parabola, in math’s sweep, In the language of calculus, a leap.