Tears of release

There is little sense to be

Made of the world that

Shimmers before me, little

Meaning to be derived from

Her shy overbearing ways.

There is little point in

Seeking to penetrate her

Truth, it's a phallacy,

A lie a distant untruth.

Instead she merely wanders,

For here and to there,

Any meaning is beyond

Your or my ken.

It is right as it is

So shed tears of

Blessed release, and

Go on

With your life

As chosen for you.