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If the indication
Were denotated
Then the meaning
Would be as precise
As cigarette stink
In couches
But the lazy savant
Couched itself in smoke
And mirrors
And slid connotation
In like creeping sounds
To riddle you blind
And weave a maze
Of what had
And have
And should have been
A straight line
Assuming of course
The syntax is correct
And that semantics does
Not deign to define
The meaning
Of what may be right
Or proper
But yet neither
Have the ring of cold satisfaction
We believe is the taste of
Logic
How if the first is to be believed
Can the second be possible
If it is the rejection of emotion
That gives such tang
Then can logic be capable truly
Of beings who are only ever emotional
Despite assertions and assurances of the latter?
Puzzle me not my thoughts
They are as much mystery
As stuff and nonsense
In bone and flesh
So speak forth
The dawning revelations
And
REALIZE