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A dancer moves, interpreting the image of the music, of a story in her mind. Only she knows how the dance will end or which steps will take her there. She controls reality.
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Obscure interpretations of meanings,
Uncertainly acceptable, but then,
With time, elevated from simple leanings,
Gain in stature, and strengthen.
Like ambiguities in conversations,
Not fully ripened into understanding,
Swaying and influencing interpretations,
Independent thought being too demanding.
Cogitation begins, not fully ended,
To the side, forgotten, lies analysis,
Broken thoughts cast out and never mended,
Man confuses wisdom with paralysis.
by Donovan Baldwin
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Donovan Baldwin
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