Monday, December 28, 2009

my crown is a circle
my gaze, full of calm feeling-but
how can I follow a plan
with this history of caution and suspicion?
a voice of bold seniority,
a mind paused in a stern stand-off
will thaw into fluid and sure action.
I am the mystery across the river from the town,
but high society will bend to kiss my hand
Looking at youth well spent
and approaching something more
a moment at the gate, under the grand feather.

reflection, boldness, the magic act.

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