The Illusion of Wits
The quickness of the hand is replaced by the sudden sight of an immobile body.
This body, free from attack yet as common as you and I.
Wrapping behind the other, the legs meet, suggesting the motion of a female.
There is a nod of acknowledgement, yet too far from understanding.
Attainment-out of the question, but the human body perfected.
This naturalness causes envy, yet is a temporary reaction.
A lightness is masked by vulgarity, which easily can be disarmed.
A bond is craved, yet never fully realized.
Considered seeker of truth, but only speaks of it.
There is confusion within the finesse,
Yet others will dance around it, indulging in their own interpretation.
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