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

The Second Death
Her first child died at birth; the doctors admonished her refrain; too weak her system they said, for progeny to bear With her fourth child (sweet boy of eyes blue and gentlest of hearts) it was she that died The hospital nurses scampered frantically like the many butterflies in the belly of her husband With clear resolve and intent the good family doctor applied his knowledge concerning cardiac arrest Compressions to the chest - the prescribed solution firm and rhythmic with interludes for air In the fatherly heavens the usual protocol ensued: at the gate, Saint Peter accepted her entrance application An annunciation was duly made by heralds celestial and a Congress convened with Norns consulted - her story recited, to all in full The attendant Malakh argued his customarily dark view but an error had been made the jurists were convinced The Council of Chronos a discovery had unearthed of disturbance in the time flux - the Malakh was misled The blue-eyed boy a bosom was to have and she a faith to keep - twoscore winters the extra Thus escorted the angels to us one of their own sealing her fate as twice born but also twice fallen [23 III 17]
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