Ask no questions: and
you see only lies,
take a pencil,
write the truth,
like diamonds on the
sky, sign it
on the clouds as they
roll,
and sigh, with the
thunder of too-loud
thoughts. A seed of
doubt, can rarely be
caught and planted
as a dandelion clock,
its pretty head
counts
until the ticking
stops
with an answer,
and virtues explained.
Too many
quick mistakes
or decisions were
made,
too hasty, on all
wrong ends of sticks,
too much
half-seen, under pale
moonlight;
vexed foundations
of absent bricks.
Tread tender in
assumption, walk light
in rage,
for every unfinished story
has
a missing page, on
which heated fire
is born. Turn each, and
every leaf
with care;
be sure
you have seen them all.
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