Poetry / katillion (Analysis)

Even a fool…. when he holds his tongue is counted wise.

just words old words still acknowledged to be true…..unless that fool with holds information from you. How can you measure when prudent becomes vain. Is a rose still a rose by any other name?

The way to a destination imagined or real physical or mythical allways shaded by hills. The valleys not hospitable…..nor barren, just so.

Just a path to your goal….the direction of flow. The laws of gravity…..The ways of the heart. We call it a science… when in reality, it’s an art.

The limits…so limitless the potential so great..the challenges….To help you change your state. The smooth tasting nectar of champane on ice…. or the forloin ruminations of lust without life.

Our current situation to learn when to bend.
A waltz….the conversation between neo-friends.
The question arises…is the outcome in stone?

We arrived here together…...yet we came here…......alone.

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