I rarely loved the vague and ambiguous,
Found the ethereal and metaphysical
A cloudy meadow of growing things,
I who am practical
Find the impractical
A source of imagination
Hegelian dialctics was
My mount of analysis,
Find myself dwelling with poetry
And mythological gods
Balloons of images
Carry me to newer heights
From which I shall not descend
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