Forced to study
I forced myself

To force that force
Of useless poetry
From my mind

The Beauty
Escalon the

Elegance in Her

The paradoxical
And insoluble
Nature of her Voids
Has left me broken

Yet the finesse
Of her axiomatic
Logic is still

I stared too long
And hard
Into that

And I am broken
And yet remade
By the Logic
Of the Great Men

Now I sometimes
Read her again
And find that
I still love her

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Posted: Jul 2022
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