Rob Frost. Sultry evening,
once and many times. Discovery. Men on boats – you name it...there on the carpet
of grass lies the word, nay, a thing with a twinkle in its blind eye. Many are
the needs that pester us (Do markets create them? No!), and all of a sudden,
deranged and askew, appears a silvery whistle that would delude us and we
chase…nay, give it a chase and its secrets skittle out and roll over the
floor…some get stuck in the cracks and live there to remind us of the false lights
that we once coveted… when the end comes in sight and there is a soft yellow glow
beckoning and we walk towards it and back, with purpose and fortitude (clever
draughtmanship) and time marches forward and carries us along , or we drag it
along with us and the yellow is brighter today…tomorrow there is a burning disc
in the sky and its steel spokes and aargh! Sultry evening, discovery…many are
the needs that pester us.
The cycle moves on…vicious virtuous.
Going away. Coming back.
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