Naked to clothed...
Buttons serve well on double-breasted overcoats...
But alone the possibilities are endless...
A tendency to be soft or hard...
Mothers lean towards discipline...
And the Father's demeanor is quiet...
Saying everything in the quiet...
After he speaks...
From marathon to olympics...
The suit is jettisoned and picked up again...
Feathers are everywhere...
A bird still performing functions...
Because love became obsolete...
The Lover did it again and again...
Pinky up on a tea cup...
For old times sake...
Long time lonely times...
Straining and purifying the herbs...
So that the tortoise may beat the hare...
While riding on that serpent...
No bigger than the spine of an ant...
Utter disgust for the book holding truth...
From the nothing, and into the bookshelf...
The student reads to learn...
Only to unlearn, learn and unlearn...
Touched by the words of the song...
He craves peace and clarity...
Perplexed...
He carries his ignorance back to the start...
doM
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