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

Sorry my dear
I’m sorry my dear but your words I cannot hear for in my head the melodies overflow of angelic elegies your diction dissolving in the bedlam of my ecstasy my weary soul embracing hints of a joy’s pregnancy you asked a question one of many as is your wont but I herewith tender my confession as your lover and confidant that I’m fragmented, cloven between my cold sanctuary and the warmth of your heaven in ways chaotic and arbitrary and what I hear of your words is but melodies beautiful the nexus, bridges and fords that connect us, render me full I’m sorry my dear for your words I cannot hear for the intensity of you deafens me through and through [6 XII 2019]
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