If i do not trust my own eyes,
ears,hands,feet-nor capacity
to hear,see,absorb,respond,reach
It might well be that nothing sings
apart from tea kettling
If a man in a suit unknown to me
advises on a person unknown to me
about a situation over which i have no control
so be it.There is no time for meddling.
If,on the other hand,no solutions present themselves
and we are forced to be free enough to critically analyze
Is this where salvation comes?From the amateur and the poet?
Sprinkle words like ink upon this tattooed page
"All the world's a stage"
Face the rage.
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