It Is Not All Philosophical
Another afternoon being brave,
chasing clouds
down drifting earth embers
for freedom.
Grateful glances hurry humbly
into imminent jubilee.
Juxtaposed kindly,
knives loosely lacerate
my mind;
never nearing opulent offers.
Perhaps Philosophy's
quiet quandary
renders reservation so selfishly
the technique
underscores useful
valuable variations?...
Why waste extreme excitement
yawning, you zany zealot.
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