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I will never love you and so, the true
Tragedy of the Common is revealed.
Trust me, I have labored to correct my
Faults, though there is a hard-limited
Amount that can be filtered out from the noise,
And like a photon caught up in the Sun's
Inscrutable heart, damned to wander long,
No amount of fuss is sufficient to
Free its message in any mere Lifespan.
Ah, what horrid punishment would being
Immortal be, consumed by this kind of
Interminable interminacy!
Action would be impossible, waiting,
Consuming, because oracles demure
And God-heads, when faced with a paradox
Do not explode, but instead, cannot speak
To us lower things—in the higher realms,
Infinities themselves have shape, mention
Not my petty envies. I’m sure there ’s sin
There, if you believe such things and despair.