Which is your guiding light?
"There's no correct way"
or "There's no incorrect way"?
Are you one of those who try
to apply aesthetics as an epistemic tool?
Distinctions are discretions,
poetic semantics made manifest
to formulate the formless,
extracting the abstract
from the sterility of inordinate reflexivity,
words of origination
evolving into words of destination
to tolerate your intrusion,
as if we could love us past our limits.