Monday, April 13, 2015


Betwixt loquacity and silence
Your being reposes
In the din of your inner reticence
The inner self recomposes
Suspended between garrulity and sobriety
You utter wordless warbles of decorum
While the mad world goes caterwauling on
There you are, in your sanctum sanctorum
Whatever the chaos of the outer may be
You promulgate your own logic
Evidence may belie the quietude of your reflections
But, unvarying, is your immanent pedagogic
Sane or insane, the world goes on
With or without your presence, foregone.

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