There's no logic in biology, its eventualities and strains
No empathy in a climate that floods indifferent drains
No satisfaction with a sun that ends the solace of the night,
No serenity in the moon, or its parasitic light.
There's no reprieve in the shallow stream slippery with moss,
No glory in a victory that is someone else's loss.
Not water from a well can ease this universal thirst,
I have no demon ridding ritual nor talisman when I'm cursed
Stars fall without struggle, the heavens' sparkling lies--
Now I take my only liberties from your animating eyes.
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