Pitons
Looking
back we can view who we were
Sometimes
it makes for longing, at others I defer
Hierarchical
is knowledge and I can build myself higher
Introspection
and resolution the constructors for hire
Always
the question how much era changes one
Adjustments
to ideas that have taken once come
Realization
is that grounded in rational premises secures
Allows me
to see abstracts when the concrete obscures
But
delicate balance is the dance for intelligence
In step
but ready to overstep the era’s dalliance
For it’s
easy to become swept up in the popularity contest
To lose
sight of yourself and release your Mae West
We know
the world is nearsighted and this is the danger
Color and
mind of the beholder decides the estranger
Constant
sorting of wreckage from conventional norms
Would
that we learn wooden ships wreck in storms
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