What was the question?

Delicate like remnants
Of a just hatched Robin's egg
Blue with edges and pieces showing
Like hoarfrost
Or spindles of just blown glass
I live in a world of no mistakes
There is beauty in such a construction
We can all agree
Such decisions are Reasonable
In theory
But the assumptions
The presumptions required are both
Silly and sad
Everybody knows
Those living in glass houses
Should never throw stones
Neither
Should they move
Or dance
Or play loud music
As every thespian knows
Facades only go so far
Underneath are scenes
Not meant for any audience

dg

6/21/14


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