Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Out of Season

When words are true
The fewer the better
Or perhaps no word need be spoken at all
Less one might hold you to the letter

When silence is long
Imagination is unleashed
The twitch of an eye carries a world of meaning
And every gesture is laden with scheming

Where passion lives
So lives bitterness and despair
Love and envy come to occupy the same bed
With today’s insatiable desire
And tomorrows frailest care

In the absence of virtue
Emotion overrides cognitive reason
Nobility gives way to common indifference
And honesty is a fruit born out of season

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