12.
In a universe renowned for its simplicity
Composed, as it was, of P and ¬P

There lived a philosopher who became a painter
He painted portraits of philosophers

Each of them was caught in the act of thought
Like a victim of eating disorder in front of the refrigerator

A river flowed past the painter's house with words in it
That connected and disconnected very poetically

And sometimes you thought you understood what it said,
Even though it was all random, and sometimes you didn't

The sun rose and the sun set
And sometimes the other way around

And the seasons progressed from winter to spring to summer to fall
And sometimes the other way around

Every Saturday a philosopher who became a violinist
Came by to play always the same sonata, composed of three movements

First movement: love
Second movement: love and loss
Third movement: just loss