Seemingly Tendency Poem by David Floren

We talk of tendencies and seeminglys.
The likelihood of odds and chances.

All the thoughts, pains and dreams
That bud from sidelong glances.

We talk a long while of getting there,
Of starts, of journeys. Of dances.

All-encompassing warmth that gleams:
The sun of all things fair.

The sum of all things stares,
A watch that never wends.

Of ends and purpose, of happenstance,
We talk a long while.

To that end we talk
And dance. And smile.


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