i is not real and so, you see,
i can’t be found, like counting apples on a tree.
when you thought you neared the answer, everything was going great,
then i turned up and ruined it. oh, what a cruel fate.
i has to be made square, so i is useful to you,
but sometimes there is nothing that you can do.
’cause i prefers being unreal; imaginary.
so i is like an elf, pixie, or fairy.
alone, i cannot be pinned down into reality.
i is something to contemplate like mortality.
i is something one might find if one goes back and checks.
i is part of the equation for all things complex.
by Vivian Steyert
Written for Lorien Haavik’s Algebra II GT.












