Poetic form: Specular Fugue
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‘The ego shouts, but wisdom whispers.’ —A Zen philosophy. The weaver bird screeches without pause in the tree, trying to convince a mate to move in. I slam the window shut on the noise. His ego bruised and in pure disgust, he rips apart the nest that took a whole day to build. Raising one’s voice has never won an argument. A whispering voice draws people in, fragments or whole thoughts shaped by time— wisdom distilled from discarded ego. I open the window to a world misunderstood, gathering the brittle twigs of tolerance, convinced poetry is born in the pauses between spoken words.
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