In Witness Mode
events precipitated
creating a ripple
causing space to sigh
discord replaced harmony
a fissure appeared
requiring healing
specious reasoning
presented by eristic ego
stifled the throb of love
the drama being enacted
impacted not the mindful monk
who never predicts outcomes
who can tell if it is time
to gentle the swaying pendulum
the hermit has no preference
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