Poem for the day


Is doubt in mind Self-contradiction?
Is sceptic sure, if sure's a fiction?
Now lay you down and play with me
And see the magic in the diction

In words drown I, in words alas!
Drown I, in words drown I
And vice versa, thus we've learned
That only contrast be discerned

Let's write a word, we'll call ideal
Is in-between the letters real?
We see the space, takes time as well
Now cut and paste to make the spell

-To poco-scribes and pedants slow
And all who ought to better know
Concede the next twixt me and you
Need only at the net be true -

The sentences of minds and men
Are underwrit by logic's pen
And solipsism, Self same set
If true would read inhocernet

Dear Time hath flown from golden throne
In more than metaphor hath shown
We read these lines before and after
If wonder asked then answered laughter

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