Matchlessness

Odd the way of incomplete

How it tugs away at senseless

Then teases my simplicity

Pulls me down off high pretences

Muddles I am running from

Turn my ideas inside out

Not the precious sort of nonsense

Which leaves me rolling all about

Paradoxes must be partly blamed

For contradicting my standstill

With maddening inconsistencies

Pretending generously freewill

Enticed by fear of disappointment

To search for any misplaced cloud

And so retrieve it from confusion
Hid from recklessness out loud