The logistics of his linguistics is not
Succumbing to the seductiveness of his log’s rhythm.
Logarithms of our love, arithmetic of the heart.
Syllogisms of how the world should be,
How it had been from the start.
Before has-beens unleashed underlining
desires and wreaked havoc on our havens.
Purity of the heart forsaken.
Trying to make sense of the innocence taken.
Making sense of how to cope with new relations,
taking mistakes into consideration.
Making sense of new natural logs.
Of the logistics of his linguistics without
falling prey to his log’s rhythm.
Logarithms of the heart.