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

Choe Chang-Ah
On the day she entered the world her father a notation made, in his book of celestine events, where chronologies he keeps of seraphs and wraiths On her first day at school she discovered the world was too small for her and demanded more much larger indeed was the world but discoverable only through estrangement rejection, loss and the emptiness that shepherds suicide By the time I met her a whole world she had become - though at first an ocean only I saw, vast enough for my drowning. serene and quiescent Beneath the surface, the massive movement of God’s will - a force majeure in want of release the undercurrents pressed me to service i, the chosen instrument of penetration The night the embankments broke she cried, spilling in saline deluge her enormous grief, inundating my small world - my chance to drown She cried whilst many a moon waned and post nubila, I witnessed a smile whose warmth has touched, pure and gentle every area of my resurfacing world In this day she is become to me a world of worlds [ 20 XI 17 ]
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