Poem 832








Reduction
to the absurd.
The proof is
in the pudding,
rest assured.

As much as I
examine each
and every
premise,
still I cannot
make conclusions
that they lead to
speak more sense.

The truths
of our heart
continue being
superseded
by the truths
of our head.

No musings
of geometry
possess the power
to derive a circle
from a square.

But then again
there always is
the wicked
that already
knew it
in advance.

If someone
has to fill
those shoes
then let it
just be me.

By right
of folly
truth
shall
set
you
free.

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