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To be the watcher and the watched,

Which comes first?

Is it a curse or a gift,

A curse it surely is...

 

Wisdom the watcher has,

But not tongue to speak it,

Gall the watched has,

But not intelligence to use it.

 

The wise mind is the wizened,

Speaking in whispers,

Only audible to the watched when it becomes the watcher,

And vice versa,

Unity only reached in under the cloak of solitude.

 

How it must burn,

To know but not act,

To act with precision but not accuraccy

Wisdom of the penitent and fool's courage.

What a match...

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©5 October 2013 - 2:55pm — krishenm
8 October 2013 - 4:30am — SSmoothie
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A match indeed for one

A match indeed for one provides for the other indefinitely! Nice read thanks! Cheers SS 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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5 October 2013 - 11:51pm — nightlight1220
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Unity only reached in under

Unity only reached in under the cloak of solitude


My favorite line. 

 

I believe if everybody minded their own business the world might just be a lot more unified place. 

 

I enjoyed this poem.

 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "