In the heart the rhythm of life plays havoc with reason.
Nature seeks equilibrium in contest, no one is ever content.
Hope feeds folly and triumph in equal measure.
Even an idiot can have an epiphany.
Thinking , curser blinking ........./
©david byrne Aug 2012
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2012
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