The Intellectual Soul Of Nathan Coppedge Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Intellectual Soul of Nathan Coppedge: Good forever useful meaning it is good efficiency it is good possibility: this meaning is the moral of justice and so eternal. Immortality is the goad of life, thereby life is paradoxical, so to madness one gives names, one to each, thereby driving mad the whole, and when it is complete, meanings are the eternal key, giving rise to powers and sublimetry. So meaning is complete, death a paradox, and systems key. The summation of all paths is present at all levels: the eternal presence, unblinking system-speak, made for all eyes to hear and similar eliding leaps- crossing corners, cutting boundaries, carving palaces of jade and precious metal- an unbelievable momentum secretly underneath any broken surface, strokes of clockwork more archaic than the riddle, a dispassionate love which makes winters warm and tired songs worth repeating, a notion of some deeper well: meaning. A house divided shall stand, eternity carries the fall. All is made complex and perfect, or it has no absolute standard. So, efficiency is the mote of the day, and where fine properties may leave their notes and incantations, sublime roots take hold, beating the world into rarified form. Thus, time is lost, and so matters mean, faint traceries of some more enduring laws. So the shadows pass, and so we remain eternal. Thus, truth has sacred remains, and in these fine broken channels numbers die. In these spare strokes we sparrow the sun, and claim at most the glory of the undying. Thus the truth is spent, the riddle of riddles eats itself, and what is left merely arises out of its own ashes. Out of this logic we arrive at what the ancient gods meant by evil: passion, destruction, and mercilessness. So, to hold true, one abandons a name. For a name is deceptive, even fools know this. So one may use the claim of Pythagoras that the large always arises from the small, and one opposite has all knowledge of the other. Thus system has a soul, and meaning is given form, so to one as to another, truth, being form, has meaning, and meaning, having truth, becomes form. So were the first days of systems spent, before the formation of the 4th dimension.