I cannot accept any praise
I can only be a vessel of giving
For when I dream into the universe
There is no I in any glances
We are but here as our brother’s keeper
All lines of personality
Hollow spaces, coloring books tasteless
Individual meets reality
There is no I in any glances
Prohibit a verb asking circumstance
When does the wind fashion a base
Where pretend never found or sensing replaced
Nothing quite so shallow meandering
There is no I in any glances
Ought to and maybe with tick tock askance
Each cauldron soaking in the fire
Evolving dances blending in time fading
Remembering then of experience
There is no I in any glances
There is but here of moments resolving
Gratitude, always feeling warmth
Rely, refrain, there is, where meets why to speak
Exploration in within silent tone
There is no I in any glances
And shadows on bridges remind silence
Originate truth testament
Completely constraining within consonants
Ablation of restraint, guilt is let loose
There is no I in any glances
Conducting an inventory of rules
Defray chances of yesterday
Defining questions of awaiting answers
Defy expectations that waft away
There is no I in any glances
Nor infamy in heart, love ingratiated
















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Such a beautiful use of words.
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I sure hope you did not mean Eggo muffins.
I'm not into muffins.
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Thank you for posting this beautiful poem to the WWE prompt!
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Those are very wise words, William.
Her reply was to lambast me for my callous treatment of frogs.
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