The Gift


Once again ensconced safely
In weariness, a showdown

Of weary sentiments, the
Mellifluous hobgoblins

Pretending right thought, right thinking,
Right truths rightfully decided,

Myriad philosophies.
This day, this hour that steals

From you these fashioned triumphs,
Cradling imagined beasts

Easily defiled, knowing
Neither thicket nor wild.