one would hope
that a good book
and a comfortable seat in the sun
would help to remind oneself of the times which one must
nay needs to experience with lethargy.
and yet.
the occurrence is not apparent.
the gull should seek the shore
in the instance of stark tempest.
and yet.
his end is invited through the pleasure
of the welcoming waves.
the flower fades without the sun
yet the hand plants in the shadow of the glorious.
what then?
must the flower accept her fate?
must she wither in the glory of others?
or shall she find her own glory in the excellence of those she loves?
only the sun knows for sure.
and look how he sits with his book, behind the nimbus, propelling the excellent.
and yet.
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