It is the runner that makes the shoe great ~ Saturday, August 8, 2026

As it is not the shoe that makes the runner
so, it is not the role that makes the man

in business as in pleasure to treasure
the other as sister and as brother

in all affairs to make aware presence
such is the meaning found in the mirror

nothing but introverted language games
obvious to mind monadic nomads
to see how nothing moves but the senses

thoughts appear in the sky as fluffy clouds
how is it people cannot see these thoughts
everything changes over time but space

shove the stone angel face and meditate
how people ignore the rules of the road
only to complain bitterly, so bold
everyone observes the changes, the ground

that quakes and shifts, back and forth, back and forth
how contrived as imagination dreams
arguments valid and not invalid
to recognize what is sound or unsound

monsters imaginary become real
asinine as a prophesy fulfilled
kindness hidden in truth, yet in plain sight
everywhere different yet the same, to hear
signals and smell the smoke as red flags burn

theater of magic, birds in the wings
how nothing matters until time creeps up
enters stage left, exits stage right, says less

run, run, run, until time runs out, out cold
unless to take the high road, the low road
nowhere to venture for no adventure
neatly bound, the package, as a present
everyday, mundane life, this world is dull
race to the end, die on the sword, pretend

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