%% This is a poem: Death, the dark and silent thief Comes in the night, when all is still To take away life, with no relief Leaving behind a lonely chill The victim, unaware of his fate Is not prepared for death's embrace His life is gone, and only too late He realizes his own mistake Death, the great leveler of all Takes away the young and old No one can escape its call And no one can ever be told It's a cruel and ruthless game That no one can ever win Life is short, and death is its aim In the end, we all succumb to its whim Saadi Shirazi's very mysterious & abtract poem about a man heart broken by a woman who is uncertain, cannot decide what she wants and is caught up in the flow of ambition to achieve many things, a man crazy about a few things that he wants to execute properly, among it this symbiotic relationship. A story about men running the treadmill of life, running faster as the treadmill accelerate as in a Red Queen competition with themselves, additionally a Red Queen competition with machines as the Singularity is near, very abstract poem using analogies and mental models from nature, biology and physics, avoiding direct wording:%% #poetry #art  A leaf falls from the tree, Drifting aimlessly in the wind, Like its heart torn and free, From the love it cannot rescind.  A river rushes to the sea, In an endless pursuit of power, Like the soul longing to be free, From the chains of this fateful hour.  A star shines brightly in the sky, Guiding travelers through the night, Like the hope that will not die, For a love that burns so bright.  But time marches on, forever moving, Inexorably towards the end, And we are left here, still pursuing, A love that cannot be befriended.  The leaf will continue to wander the trail, With naught but recollections to clutch, And hope that someday It'll make it whole, For a flame that nature failed to ignite.