Poetry and Math

In poetry, we seek contradiction,

In math, consistency is what we want,

In the humanities, truth is fiction,

In the sciences, fiction is a taunt.

Can philosophy be in the middle,

Incorporating the best of both sides,

Or is the middle twaddle and twiddle,

An English-French sandbar, submerged by tides.

Game theory's one way to philosophize,

Its mainstream flies flags o'er Dover's white cliffs,

Its poets worry that love ossifies,

They fish from Calais in little red skiffs.

Hurrah for new proofs and consistent choice,

Hurrah for new tales and the poet's voice.