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I only, and Barnabas. 1.3.09 |

I long daily for quiet shallowness.

When all about me play like
children in puddles
and sparse forests;
all about me forge
drunken and dumbstruck epithets--:

I am as lost or
buried treasure. I am
as the net worth should be
greater than the market value.

But true--
too few venture into the old growth forest,
and even the scubamen shy away
from the sobering darkness of such
a trench.

Thus is he abandoned
to be wry and dry,
high and dry,
high and mighty,
full of pretensions
that alienate[isolate] even
the kindred mind[heart].

The high horse of the wry and mighty,
unassuming,
gloating nameless
from his braggadocio.

Gloating nameless from his Corinthian pedestal.