What is math but iterant jabberwocky?

Algebra and calculus leave my brain rather foggy.

There are infinite words to describe one thing,

And yet math reserves one gaud or value for a question to bring.

Right or wrong, no question of “and–”

To the bathroom I go, in the stall I stand.

A violent theomachy upon the integrity of logic;

A cosmic generation of symbols ictuating itself as caustic.