...you can stare enlightenment in the eyes but
not realize it until long after...if ever at all.
...there was a job opening at the palace. Someone
was needed to count the Princess's tears.
The place boys go to die, and only men can cry.
Two unrecruited explorers stare at the sky and
-- having nothing better to do -- decide that one of them
is a philosopher and the other, a psychologist.
Midday tears, midnight fears -
Bend the artist's brush...
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