I thirst for the sweet sap of a Universal symmetry
The convergence zone of analytical and poetic
Spawning a devine no-man's-land
Which I tread
Shoulders brushing with those of
The other few
I hunger for unity and precision in my prefrontal chaos
Seasoned with the drugs of love, lust and manic euphoria
I must dine upon a feast of language, lyric and melody
Interspersed with courses of reason, rationality and recursion
And then cleanse my palate with the sorbet of a succulent end
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