logic is tinder for beauty

not a poem as such, but the format of a poem to express something more clearly?

Logic is a sort of myth

a sort of cultural illusion

because logic is ultimately

reduced to the simple choice of saying yes or no 

to an aesthetic picture in your mind

and the aesthetic picture in your mind 

could be anything 

is totally beyond this language written right here

though these words here seem to have a logic 

but they are only arrows 

pointing off in different directions

referring to something else 

unknown

never resolving themselves 

never connecting our minds

to the same picture 

the same feeling

but maybe

this is the point

the ill named 'riddle'

of our fabled human tragedy

that we will never share a mind

to anything

Author's Note

I'd like to resolve this problem, can anyone help me?