Simplify they tell me, simplify
As if that which is simple were the best.
What is simplicity but absent zest
Where none but easy simpletons can lie?
Too much complexity can blear the eye,
And make it wander, but this constant quest
To be so ownsake simple is a pest:
Much that I love is too complex. And why?
Because the simple fact is that I love
Yet all my love touches complexity
When every part participant in me
Is mutually conjoined to be part of
That loving feeling: every bit takes part
And so love lies complexly in my heart.
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