Call to action
Fragrance of her expression
keeps me in rumination.
At night, with unconscious
and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts–
oh my thoughts they thrive.
They didn’t survive
due to complacency,
no no it was action
that stirred their lives.
I train the concourse,
I address the emotions
of the crowd in palpable colors
so that they may learn and behave
agreeableness.
I came to despise,
not even dare to compromise,
my injured
self-reflection.
It is the pattern of the despised
to despise in turn.
It is the pattern of the lowly
to commit an infraction.
The wise ape,
only naturally should
be understanding
of this minor and major adage.
