401. THE WAY I TALK TODAY

THE WAY I TALK TODAY
This is the part of my life I love,
the Mercantile Exchange of my mind and
heart - those with whom I hold hands. The
forest dumbbell, I say to myself:
'If truth is beauty, and beauty is truth,
then why have I grown so long in the tooth?'
Some ageless old horse, if ever were found,
could never answer that, never make a sound.
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Without recourse to the legend or the key,
I nod an assent gratuitously - for I am
not reserved enough for truth nor wild
enough for beauty - and either way, for me,
they'd be both nothing but trouble and duty.
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I hear the century-old radiator slapping;
and the heat isn't even on.