WE CAN CALL THEM APHORISMS
Kernels of a wisdom, a small clutch of words.
We collect them and then claim for them all
meanings of their own. The purple sheen of the
perverted Bishop's cloak; the businessman's
shiny, worn suit, too pressed at the legs and
worn at the rear.
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I have a medley of such things; a cereal box
full of treats. The cars are all running; along
the roadway one replaces swiftly another; all
things in movement and turning. 'Do not seek
to tell they love the love that never told can be.'
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