Man leads wisdom about by its hogtied verisimilitude. Brigands meander about adjacent stars. Destiny is often confused with the random functioning of a mismanaged wherewithal. Shape is easily upended by the dampening of one’s own box spring. One must ponder greatly when a circumstance of such carelessness is overtly available for examination. The proof becomes tainted by the thoroughness of an investigator who awakens solely for the thrill of the impossible puzzle. Such an adversary is worthy of a true opponent, one disguised in the wares of a master tradesman, intent to keep his cache veiled and unacknowledged.
Short Poem 8-16-13-2
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