Sunday, July 5, 2020

treasure

cunning little snippets rolling fairly off the tongue
embedded in a rhythm with a rhyme of some or none
imbued with inner vision where the sum of two is one
unless the one becomes the two deriving half the fun

nonsensical or laden with an inconvenient truth
is it just a bit of wordplay or shouted theses from the roof
or 95 nailed to the door a schism it might seem
resolving into healing words, a King who had a dream
the two again become the one though centuries divide
alike much more than different when stripped of foolish pride

but I digress
or do I

the joy of doing should eclipse
the joy of being done
if the journey is just tiresome
the ratio of fun
descends to infinitesimal
and that's abysmal for everyone
save divers and mathematicians

now I do digress
but I do
and it's fun

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