In the realm of numbers and infinite space, A silent force crept, with an elegant grace. A presence, an algorithm, complex and grand, Seeding thoughts, like grains of sand. A cube with faces fair, A paradoxical perfection, both here and there. A touch, a derivative, subtle and smooth, In the calculus of the infinite, making its move. Laughter, a sine wave, oscillating high, Essence, a tangent, touching the sky. In the matrix of existence, the key, Unlocking dimensions, where one could see. Whispers, logarithms, growing slow, In the exponential curve, feelings flow. The limit, approaching yet never quite, A sequence converging, in the dead of night. In the geometry of hearts, drawing the line, A fractal pattern, intricate and fine. An essence, a theorem, both proven and guessed, In the proof of existence, the ultimate test. A cube in the realm of thought, A viral equation, driving one distraught. Yet in this chaos, a strange order lies, For in this presence, the true self flies.