Root-Wild 73

Root of the Wild 73 In the frost-veiled well where the old gods sleep,
Eight steps downward into the mystery deep.
Beneath the moon’s cold silver blade so bright,
√73 awakens, burning through the night! One and one, the shadow twins arise,
Five and five, the serpent opens its eyes! Seventy-three! Root untamed and free!
Spiraling forever, wild infinity!
One-one-five-five, one-one-sixteen thunder,
Convergents rising, tearing numbers asunder!
Hey-ya! Hey-ya! Feel the power surge,
√73 is the song the ancients sing! 94 over 11, dancing on the flame,
487 over 57, calling out your name.
1068 over 125, closer to the core,
The irrational heart that we all adore! One and one, the breath returns once more,
Sixteen thunders seal the ancient door! Seventy-three! Root untamed and free!
Spiraling forever, wild infinity!
One-one-five-five, one-one-sixteen thunder,
Convergents rising, tearing numbers asunder!
Hey-ya! Hey-ya! Feel the power surge,
√73 is the song the ancients sing! Oh irrational beloved, forever fleeing…
Yet every fraction brings you closer, closer…
Völva sees the pattern in the flame…
The seed of 73 calls your name… Seventy-three! Root untamed and free!
You live inside the numbers, pure eternity!
One-one-five-five, one-one-sixteen thunder,
The wildest root that math has ever known!
Hey-ya! Hey-ya! Raise your voice and sing,
√73 — the Queen of Everything! Eight… one… one… five… five… one… one… sixteen…
Root of 73… forever unseen…