She walks along-side everyone
accompanying, cajoling,
making meaning from non-meaning
with her Trident of Ambivalance.

She cares for the corrugated non-linear
as much as She cares for symmetry;
both entwined in Universal collusion
against man-made Logics.

Coincidence as her long coat,
She suffers humankind to wonder
vainly what is, isn't, or could be
and the questions echo.

Life, She gives in trade
for the Unknown, the Unknowable
and breaths are the measure
of accomplishment.

The Answer is: There is no answer.

02/01/2005

Posted on 02/01/2005
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