Society’s conventions draw lines in the air
Grains of sand that shift from side to side
As moments pass and what has happened
Collides with what was chosen and what
Was said.
Do unto others as, no doubt, but when so
Many of us choose to ignore such wisdom
Can there truly be anything that resembles
Convention or is this figure of speech simply
Common illusion?
Leading writers, or intellectuals, or pundits,
Point to logic and suggest a life driven by
Consistent principles–if a, then b, resulting
In happiness–though one may easily survey
Other results.
Sanctity of life or purity of experience, one
Extreme to another, yet set a kettle to boil
Steam still rises and a whistle proclaims the
Pressure under which many, simple or complex,
Finally crumble.
The youngest children often ask questions
Dismissed as unanswerable, irrelevant, trite
When a parent or teacher finds the truth
Painful to express, exposing the illogic,
Ungirding faith.
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