Man often will disparage what he can't
Accept, control, admit or integrate.
Nor love once more what loss transforms to hate -
Strikes out at all around, mind blind, aslant.
Narrow most wilt, in fertile soil few plant
A seed to feed a well stocked future's plate.
Refusals unexpected dissipate
Rewarding sharing though this may enchant,
Or envy green display, mistrust implant
Where dark suspicion stokes a cinder grate,
Mistaking ashes for smoke's tinder bait.
Incandescence uncontrolled risks rant.
Need to control seems self-destruction, soon
Drive is perverted, pricking Trust’s balloon.
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