An Exercise to the Reader / Up to Isomorphism
In premise the premise should follow as stated
Which may be what makes it a perfect solution
To claim the immaculate enpostulated
And maybe be better than what it can be.
There's a measure that matters and much more that doesn't
But doesn't that mean that to mean what you wanted
You need to assume that between me and you in our object relation
The object of asking the question and guessing
Is best left to saying it's true if it's true.
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Is any of this real
Or is a computer giving a test
I am failing?
If evil is banal
The mundane should undo
The taboo of praying
And let slip a bad thought
Or worse yet the doubtful
That tangles with tinctures
The vinculated charmed.
When the mirror shows pictures
That aren't in the picture
What am I expected to do?
If ignorance blisters at knowing uneasy
Then throw away grieving of pieces and sums
In favor of savoring profligate saviors
Patched up with sheerness and pressed hard to run.
Thus in losing its players
The game takes their places
And gives one to me for a turn.