Emergence of Semantia

Once thought, were it possible
To rhyme and chime in meanings
Only, meanings directly,

Maybe poetry would be
Translatable. Well, too bad.
Now you know, meanings also

Can’t be matched or mapped, language
To language, without slippage,
Falsification, and myth,

Nor can myth to myth be mapped.
It’s not just rhyme. Everything
Is what’s lost in translation,

For the sake of a new thing,
Some strange new thing. Oh, cheer up,
Self-loving bacterium.

Translation is sexual
Reproduction for ideas,
Fresh routes of evolution.