Insight is not easy fodder for a melody,
or for that matter, a poem ....
It doesn't turn into a thing of art
by itself.
Like then,
when a little glance registered,
And became an uncomfortable nugget in the mind,
When in plain view on the plaza
The innocent child pushed another
from behind
to hurt.
When Pure Evil was expressed
without malice towards oneself,
lending itself to trust and honour
more than hidden goodness.
Hiding may confer some advantage
If life is a competitive sport
to be won at any cost
(if art is to win over
at any cost).
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4/7/13 Toulouse
Fountain near Capitole
or for that matter, a poem ....
It doesn't turn into a thing of art
by itself.
Like then,
when a little glance registered,
And became an uncomfortable nugget in the mind,
When in plain view on the plaza
The innocent child pushed another
from behind
to hurt.
When Pure Evil was expressed
without malice towards oneself,
lending itself to trust and honour
more than hidden goodness.
Hiding may confer some advantage
If life is a competitive sport
to be won at any cost
(if art is to win over
at any cost).
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4/7/13 Toulouse
Fountain near Capitole
