what is it

irony

melodies of the clock and of history

fill the sea behind the mind's eye

eagerly perceiving the ungathered

the gaze it penetrates every veil

doors are locked but they do not stop it from devouring all

even bricks and mortar are reduced to an ocean of easy

in which it swims with flair like the penguins black and white

and the million shades of gray in between

to understand but not be understood

is a power undesired

a yoke that chains it's heart to rocks heavy and grounds unmoving

o, how it yearns to free it's hands from it's pocket or part it's lips
to recite the stories still untold

lo, the song of numbers do not add up

as the illustrations of reality fail to match the lyrics of the fantastic script

even as the rules of nature bow down in it's midst

that impossibility is impossible and nos can be yesses

yet it must be enslaved by the dark carousel of cyclic contemplation

producing artificial limits
to be placed on a vessel of surely unlimited outcomes

a perfectly imperfect vessel even pessimism himself cannot douse

weeping is lifted by admiration of a construct rebuilt from selftorn abuse

o, how it fancies to shred every and all into comprehensible truth

lo, itself it must eventually tear
and with the greatest fervour and harshest teeth yet

so let heaven be witness to the irony of ironies
as the weight of this one weighs heavier than any iron

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