look at that
that is the island of compromises
see its shape?
it is irregular
land in there
you can find everything
in perfect co-existence
if you look at the map
there are so many
corrections
all tolerated
and there are so many hands
that draw the lines
to reflect its
rugged topography
of large rocks, layers of
disagreements covered by the
sands of flexibility
storms come
tsunamis pay their visits
earthquakes make the
mountains dance
alcoholic drinks are served
people smoke
and make merry
at first you find it
hard to understand
how can this be?
but stop it
ride on and
feast somewhere
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