credit: self
No! No! Don't...
onto this third track as it runs between
the two trains in opposite directions
as do they pause through this station
please, do not bring forth your own thoughts' train
ain't a platform for that illegitimate mean
You ask, why this pic, is my pick
That one fine dawn, was this click
and for best, it is its dark, deep symmetry
that it remains here for the keeps
And then you feel, it is all so formulaic,
heart rendered clueless, with so much of logic
To this with apologies, as often that I disclaim:
these over-verbalizations, these high-rhetorics,
the cliche that are these metaphors, similes...
these are at my own disdain
And seldom a poet that I am in my profession,
albeit, possessed I am, with these versations
This mere Bayesian by the bay
bears all that barges by the by
thence upon by a tsunami, is in this disarray
chances for a needle, in the vast hay
to call it an aberration, or is this the very anomaly
to update the priors, or just to cut short the tail...
..is the trial derailed? or yet just on trail??
Thus far as we could, we came, to now, that we blame:
logic, language, the very vocabulary of the inner flame
What remains of any reality, in void of the representations
Bayne's ballet for Fauré’s Requiem
or
abstract fluctuations in a quantum of vacuum
In summation, as we wind and rewind, consonance, did we mean
till again it all bifurcates, harmonic series, no constant mean
As the churning goes on and on
butter accumulates, but then, again, bygone
As the symmetry brakes into prakruti-purushan
time reverts to balance -- charge-parity violation
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