I’m not blind to the fact that fools
rush in where angels fear to tread.
Angels galore. Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Days of old, a jester’s role was
“satanic”—to accuse & mock and
ridicule & crucify the petitions
to see if they could withstand the
test of rhyme Official Temptation.
(“Send it up the flag pole & see if
any one salutes”)
If stalwart, the King would consider.
Chatter.
Tree full of monkeys.
Tail chasing, limb hopping
Scramble of free associations
Clarity of Aim, Purpose, and Measureable,
Assessable Goals
Can you see the difference? Between the
two hands? What about the relationship?
(No one loves the sound of one hand
clapping, true?)
Yrs in unknown frontiers,
Sam
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