all over again
she keeps me on my toes
29 hours a day
she extends me
beyond my boundaries
with her i see the greater me
and the possibility
of what i may become
for my sum is always questioned
and my tolerance
apparently
knows no end
the things i defend
she proves to be invalid
like that Caesar Salad
with no dressings
no croutons
but i still find her
palatable
tasty even
though she is not always digestible
right away
she calls me a friend
then proceeds to torture me
with word lashings
and fashionings
from some dark nether region
of her mind
and as we dig together
in the soils of potential
we usually find a light
or delude ourselves so
she is an alchemist
she can take any stone or coal
and make diamonds
and all men vie
to taste her magic
but it is i who has it
we dance the dance of fools
seeking folly
wherever we may find it
for in the minds of the mindless
there is a veritable wisdom
to be had
so i say let us skip
to the precipice
and look over the edge together
and perhaps we shall get lucky this day
and fall in love
all over again
© 18 May 2013 : william s. peters, sr.
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