They lie and are happy
“audacity is durability;
…of the soul”
and imagine their soul
to be this homeless being
begging at the bend
of each day for more sunlight
and less dusk.
Amazed at their own ignorance
they claim truth;
but predisposition is all it is
Creatures that adapt;
taking their time,
counting their breaths
mutating out of necessity
and naming it courage.
I thought of Socrates,
-and even saw him
he scratched his beard-
it wasn’t time for poison just yet.
Mmm powerful and tender
Such strong imagery. I can see Socrates scratching his beard.