Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Heraclitus or, the Source of Order

Behold the strife that drives the world
The strife between both strife and love
With paradox all life unfurled
The eagle works in wing with dove
Cliché is mated with the new
What is is only what becomes
With art we tell a lie that’s true
The sweet and bitter lie in plums
While all is one it’s many and
All digital and analog
The world’s a marsh both sea and land
An endless stable shifting bog
The laws and lawless wed in strife
To make society and life

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