Insight and penetration have elegance,
Centuries of ceremony gain our acceptance.
The mind is a sane object in the body
To recall the sanity of an age and custom.
To swerve in thinking objected to wisdom
And its appeal, charisma and beauty.
Let the intuition of running and sprinting
With thoughts of brilliant ache
Define our real surroundings.
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