even when there is pause in the chase
the good is not up for capture.
while we slumber nothing stays still
and that is relief; the heart of all humor.
True fools feign forever with measure.
Habits, well intentioned but heartless,
grind the mind, concealing hope--
best to be a false fool with careful dance:
there are todays in which hope is held
in a strangers voice, each moment is leading,
and the harness which holds us promises
some give when lines are too taut
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