I’m told humanity is here to learn
And sure, if anyone should ask, I know
What temperature the constellations burn
And where to find the golden ratio.
Let others go about their lives, supine
Debauched, distracted by the chimera
Of women, wine and song, while I divine
The uses of the antikythera
And memorize the Grecian alphabet.
What’s more, ask me to and I’ll rehearse
The poetry of nebulae. And yet—
Despite the beauty of the universe
I can’t help but wonder—what’s the use?
I swear, each day, I’m all the more obtuse.
Chimera | December 12th 2023
by me, Patrick Gillespie
I wrote this, this morning, the couplet scrawled on an envelope last night. Another Shakespearean Sonnet and a little more of my sense of humor, I guess.
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