poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

under the shadow of a different sun a house of great renown you led — a lady of valour in times of conflict met with pitiful end betrayed by those you trusted your death quick an empire left to me — an inconsolable sod to whom it was worthless in this shadow world my tongue longs for your belly my hands for your forearms, my eyes for your soul — here I may look but not touch under the shadow of binarial solar core you grovel at my feet — a servant bereft of dignity this trismegistus I behold as I’m cast adrift across the vast ocean of probability unable to distinguish one you from the other one me from the googolplex of my other selves as I close my eyes your pale figure watches my heart reaches to you for a second no longer remembering which darkness it inhabits [9 VI 2020]
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