Stations


when we are decisive our actions are informed by charts
that establish fundamental knowledge of value and hue
when we are sensuous we acquire a palette with parts
to paint the lines we playfully follow with our shoes

when we are naive we assert our entitlement to Truth
and etch our egos with initials into bark that no one owns
when we are wise it means our souls are solid and couth
and dwell in hearts that sound off notes loud as trombones

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