This sonnet is a collaboration between my brother, Futurist Jack Uldrich, and me. We are both lovers of paradox!
A wise fool once told me
The answers I was hungry for could be found in the questions
Luminously hidden in the darkest depths of my heart.
I must go in to come out
Listen to the Silence:
Find comfort in my discomfort, Ease in my disease
The obstacle is the path, to go forward I must heed.
The straight truth is written in crooked lines
And real logic doesn’t begin in my mind.
The softest skill is the hardest to master
To feel full, I must empty myself, Then
Shut the door and openly embrace the infinite.
As I emerge, the sweet illusion of reality dawns on me
And I savor the bitter truth: my chains will set me free.
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