Theories abound,
unlike Thierry,
who moved like the Devil,
with, or away from the ball.
You can’t kill a Thierry
or a theory.
Like knotweed,
moths in your closet,
or dark grey rodents.
Air doth suffice.
Thierry, elegant, always finished.
Not a The Theory, who never doth:
Jeffrey you keep on giving.
Thank you for living.
In ending,
even evil everlasting,
redeems.
Merci Thierry, and Theory too.
©Philippe du Col, 2025
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