Poem 4








systematic surgical dissection brought no understanding of essence,
only piles of gore.
separate the atoms within it, break apart the quarks, claw it down to the very quantum fabric in your frenzied fixation;
it will yield nothing,
only disappointment.
there is no order to be found within it in spite of your thirst,
no unifying theme to be recognized in spite of your grit,
only chaos.

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