Fractured Logics
A fractured logic could be one in which there are islands of provably true and untrue statements seperated by deep rivers of the unprovably true and unprovably untrue, surrounded by a vast sea of the meaningless.
This is a kind of love song without a tune. It has an accompaniment described by the colour of streetlights reflecting off snowdrifts in the north of England at around 2am.
A thousand fractured logics like broken glass
Can slash your wrists or break your heart,
A thousand words, their meanings gone,
Seem so cold, so harsh, so wrong,
And then there's you.

A thousand trees, their branches bare
Stand guard against the freezing air;
A thousand blizzards blowing through
The certainties of what I do
And then there's you.

A backlit bus-stop stoops and growls
Beneath the incandescent clouds:
The mourning lamp-posts bend their heads
To broken bulbs and wires of lead
And then there's you.

A thousand birds in muffled skies
Bring frostbite to my staring eyes:
The reptile bridges hunch-backed stand,
Their spines in air and feet in sand,
And then there's you.

A backlit bus-stop stoops and growls
Beneath the incandescent clouds:
The mourning lamp-posts bend their heads
To broken bulbs and wires of lead
And then there's you.