Despite opposed
proclivities
and impulses
and ends,
Exactitude
and Entropy
are fast
becoming friends --
engendering
the sort of love
that butter
feels for blade --
with all the
untoward difference
of blinding
light and shade.
We’d like to like
their paradigm --
but we don’t
find it easy.
Dichotomy
does not endear:
in fact, it makes us queasy..
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