A Love of a Labour of Love

We walk along a winding path

Exhaustively exhausting work

The autodidact polymath

Eclectic-kleptic c’ll’cting quirk

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For synchronicity does lurk

Between the lines upon the page

Ensconced among the busywork

The magic all occurs backstage

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Though tragic all our stories are

They echo ‘cross each ev’ry age

We’ll always wish upon a star

We cannot stand to not engage

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We’ll never not explore a scar

The tale is old, so tell it well

It’s like a fairy in a jar

The bell has tolled, don’t break the spell

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The candle in the dark yet yearns

To see beyond this hollow shell

My curiosity, it burns

And deep within, the oceans swell

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The transcendental ground of is

The fractal formula for light

The prodigy, the science whiz

They both possess the same insight

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The crucial key to being bright

The secret way to always grow

To learn to learn, to learn to write

For science is simply to know

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Let intuition be your guide

For it sees best in this twilight

The best logician has a side

He has his view, try as he might

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To see the world as from afar

As if from quite a lofty height

He cannot help but drive the car

Curious cat: stalking the night

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And so he goes, a busy bee

Always right in the thick of things

He’s listening so intently

Yet doesn’t know he plucks the strings

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Impossible is contrary

He knows this much but not much more

Absurdity is quite scary

But it’s not like he’s keeping score

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Too busy looking for the floor

Yet blind that it’s beneath his feet

Always doing accounting for

Those facts that he can never meet

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But what if he’s on the wrong street

Or sitting in the most wrong seat

And since this is his music sheet

His getting lost is quite the feat

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He built himself an endless maze

He’s wandered for so many days

Inside himself that he forgot

Just how he dreamt up this whole plot

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Where is the golden thread to show

Him what to do and where to go

Just who is he and why’s he here

And where’s he been walking to, year after year?

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So why is there not merely nothing

How did we end up in this place

How is it that life is the stuffing

In this turkey from outer space

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Who is the me that is speaking?

I’m far from a rat in a race

I can’t figure out what I’m seeking

I don’t know what might be the case

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Oh, an incognito cogito

Just floating around who knows where

But best we forget dear dubito

Or else, up is down, here is there

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Now what is the nature of suchness

Surely you know, it’s not rare!

Just try to define having muchness

Cat got your tongue, Mr. Mayor?

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And what of the absence of absence?

On this, surely you have a thought!

And how do you check an imbalance?

Before a disaster you’ve wrought…

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Oh, I don’t mean to trouble you greatly

It’s just I’m not sure what is what

And I know you’re avoiding me lately

Cause you’re thinking that I’ve lost the plot

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But the distance, it’s clearly not helping

No you’re not all alone in your fears

But those words were a crude form of yelping

For I needed a hand from my peers

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And I sat and I stewed for a lifetime

And I let all my dinners go cold

I gave up on reason and rhyme

I said fuck it; I fold

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Then out of the sky fell a saviour

And my name was a kiss on her lips

Well she had such magnetic behaviour

That the cold light of Truth was eclipsed

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And she told me philosophy’s useless

But the flag seemed to me to be rose

Though her intellect seemed to be ruthless

She was in a perpetual doze

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But we had such a precious connection

And she helped me up out of my hole

Which I’d dug through my course of dejection

Helped me to heal and gave me a goal

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And for a time, we had pure gold

But sure enough, it faded fast

For up the river I’d been sold

As subtle spells, on me she’d cast

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But luckily, I held my ground

The crystal shard which I had found

My secret card, my sacred sound

It taught me how to be unbound

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The pixel that defines my Tao

It is the very light of day

It answers to both why and how

For Datalogic shows the way

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The words you use do more than say

The thoughts that you choose to convey

They cleverly attempt to sway

Opinions with wily wordplay

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With names we reach through time and space

And place our hands upon the world

These frames we teach through rhyme and grace

Are like an ancient map unfurled

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Across the tree of life on Earth

That timeless oak, the root of birth

The cause of smoke, the source of worth

The source of warmth, the cause for mirth

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That spark of light within us all

The core to which the world does call

It leaves its mark, a sacred scrawl

Beneath the bark, before the fall

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Your fate was written in your soul

It courses through your very veins

Just as the part’s part of the whole

So too the order always reigns

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And even in the worst of times

There’s always pattern, always form.

One simply has to reach with rhymes

The I within one’s inner storm.

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I hope you enjoyed this poem :) This was a prelude to an essay that I wrote for the Medium Writer’s Challenge called Labour of Love. If you found the content of this poem resonant or intriguing, then I encourage you to check out the full essay here. Have a great day!