A new connection.

And she said,
“There’s something in the bookshelf.
I have an  inconsistent feeling
that something needs resolving; you’re stalling.”
And he said,
“There’s nothing in the bookshelf.
It’s full of empty clauses.
Your argument’s so flawed – yes!”

And she said,
“There’s something in the bookshelf.
I know because I heard it;
There’s a constant propagation
of chaotic iterations.”
And he said,
“There’s nothing in the bookshelf.
Have your proof of satisfaction,
It’s my imagination! ”

But something in his proof
left her an error trace:
His variables were bound, not free!

“I know what you can do
Just write a  blog and see
You’ll only prove what’s true.
Always. Eventually.”

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