Nature can't abide
is a vacuum, then
how is it possible
that we abhor
redundancy?
Shouldn't we too
embrace life's
many multiplicities
which provide
such good insurance
for obliqueness
and endurance? Instead,
we fear variety
of experience
because we think
it might blur
the unique;
we're convinced
that bounty
and strict repetition
might obscure
the one lonely
and mythical angle
from which Truth
can be glimpsed
instead of just wrangled.
