For the Love of Knowledge
Grasping the being of becoming,
the gravity of harmony sang, she said,
your instant nostalgia for me will fade
in the terrible beauty of time.
And splash!
My little mermaid well and truly vanished.
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The tough little mermaid hung out to dry,
the refuted ideas reinforced for sheer
disharmony.
Ways are lurking
behind the door she left ajar
for whirlwinds, epiphanies,…
Fountains of blood!
Squirting from leveled necks!
The soundness of logic, evidence, none
of this decapitator science
will stop the ringing inside your ear?
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Washed-out noise
beseeching the void
of speech
and still, a pair of desires
converge on one and the same
impossible.