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

Cat and mouse
She travels the world in search of silks a legion of eager men to strangle with herself draped in soft pastels not of her making She plays with herself in the morning with the whole of Creation by day but saves the evening to play with me Our favoured sport: cat and mouse I brandish the claws, whilst she trembles with timid smiles And my days prove much too long as I wait for the old Greek pronouncement Let the games begin! 24-III-2014
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