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That Quiet Place

Some days go by in quiet grace
When convention states another place
Should be encountered in your eye
But time left to you has passed by
 
Convention states the play of days
Those rules applied create a maze
Strict the method but all is lost
To that blind eye another’s cost
 
In quiet places the dream proceeds
Opens up a world of other deeds
Some are right but many are wrong
You must now learn a different song
 
The way to tread the map is straight
It must be followed, but the figure eight
Returns you ever to your starting place
Convention then has won your only race
 
To that quiet place you must return
And close your eyes unless they burn
To see the truth that none should learn
So turn your face from that sweet fern
 
 
 
Poem/Lyric © Richard Walker 6 Feb 2013

(2013)

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