in land of blind, one-eye is king

Soothe Forsooth

Some on some this world stacks high
with people, things, and chance

Ofttimes bringing cloudy sky
which is why we do the dance

The dance of holding hope to chest
enlightening one’s load

Cherishing sharing with the rest
helping righten long wrong road

For weight of weary worries one
unless one’s not alone

From chance to act to is to done
such nothings make us known

– Smith, 5.20.2015

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