Triketora, do you know how well I am acquainted
With the bundle of aches
Which is the rest of our lives?
It’s the light that knows my body best
My brain’s dreams and folds of
Where the cosmos is a Sea in a cell
And I am the ocean in a drop
Of me, and there, I know you
Like the wings of Taiwan
Where I summon the weeper
For a life misspent, in unequivocal caution
Triketora, it’s not that I don’t care
What you care about, but
How in reality lives don’t collide
We are like stars with our own light
Marred and married like souvenirs
And my authenticity cannot argue with yours
Though it wishes it could
You are not a singing bird
And I have only bitter words left
On the state of this world
I’m no longer young and foolish you see
Triketora, so I shall go on this anxious note
My buried love stored in descendants
Whom I shall never meet, having no children
The womb of my mind will burn
All roads leads to oblivion
And like a banished citizen
I will learn, which system to betray
And the secrets of the voices
Ten fathoms free. in a future inarticulate.
Wuji Seshat 
Why the ode to Pinterest?
It’s an ode to somebody who works there.
Ah.. Understood