The noise was heard before the door
was opened to the clue
that one can find their fortune
in another’s bountiful
With wealth obscuring fondness
and with fame left in the drawer
if only the unknown be sought
their wisdom would restore
He could not stand the others
but he tried to nonetheless
there was no need to invite –
no need to wish the best
Park them in one’s hindsight
but don’t leave their bed unmade
the story may be better read
if they plant their seed in vain
Yet vanity breeds solitude
like derision breeds disdain
bountiful brings a treasured soul
like virtue brings the same.
sensualism 