Pure Fools

I sit at the striped, canary yellow

No Canary Row.

(I never finished that book either, to be

Candide).

Now bemused,

Now nearly bored.

Now frenetic and feral.

My long-hand is no match for my keyboarding.

In this state.

Of non-sense,

Everyone is a poet.

Everyone is an idiot.

Everyone is exactly who they are.

And perhaps we are just dummies.

Silent until we realize we are they,

and, they are

Leftover

pure fools,

Fools.


Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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