Schopenhaurer In Love** Poem by Morgan Michaels

Schopenhaurer In Love**



Now I'm really up a creek
Without a paddle, dear,
For I prefer your Ding An Sich
To any Noumen here

And cannot rub you from my eyes
Or willfully pretend
That things be anyotherwise-
I wish I could, my friend.

See- in my dreams I'm chasing you
Through cloud, and, thunderation! ,
Clear from this and here, into
The coming generation.

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