The genius of the paradox, unresolved,
Abhorred by history and now reality,
Paradigm kept and also severed,
A lingering dichotomy, incurable for
Malady and malaise too terrible
For words, wholly ineffable.
We strive, strife the language of now,
A slow rise abated by drowning, back
Into those turgid waters, lightless
As tombs swallowing suns, depthless,
The struggle a trial, more so a fall,
So we strive, always wanting more.