I don't know what to make of it....It reminds me of something i read once called the Gunslinger by Stephen King. Due to the characters own actions he has created a paradox within the world he lives in that is reverberating out of himself. This reminds of this piece. It seems as if 2 warring factions are debating over the qualities of the poems object wich is all the things that both have claimed but can still be embodied in purity. It will give me something to reflect on, as well as a style that I may try that wouldn't have otherwise crossed my mind....but that's what art is first it makes you think, then reflect, and ,most importantly, it must bring you to action of one sort of another. This piece does that in my eyes. Thank you for sharing