Poem and Philosophy

I find dual in myself. A poet and a philosopher. Both will survive on mercy of this world, and yet, both want to make meaning out of necessary absurdity.
Poet wants is random and beautiful.
Philosopher needs it consistent and meaningful.
Poem seeks pleasures of senses. Philosophy searches questions of existence.
sometimes they live as twin children, sometimes enemies.

what philosopher understands poem refuses to obey. what poem desires, philospher doesn't allow.

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