A hidden love seeks solace within, yearning to be found in the depths of her heart.
She sought for me in the garden,
And in the heaven of book-wine.
She knocked on every door,
Bolted by thought-locks.
I was nowhere found,
She, in panic bound.
Finally, when seen, asked she,
“Where have you been?”
Replied I,
“Where else would I go?
In your heart, when is my home?
Search for me within,
My face there shall you win.”
Aug 17 2018. Edit March 2024
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By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
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