It was you whose love regressed.

[joel]

Forgive me declarations I’ve professed
that stupid questions don’t exist when, truth
be told, you’ve stumbled on a query too
perversely simple in its answer to
be dignified by any more reply
than laughter first—and second, ignorance.
A problem isn’t such (if we are wise)
that has an answer, but an exercise—
I exorcise your question’s spirit, since
I can’t believe it asks in goodness; I
reject your claim for me to speak with you,
repulse your quest for me to honor you
with explanations. If you want the truth,
remember: It was you whose love regressed.