condensed and instrumental; lacking gravity
I say my prayers and deal the hands of generalities
enticing notions spin the web of possibility
but scripted affection lures inaccurately
my great escape; a feat exposing mastery
I may have caught a glimpse of what you thought could be
but assured conviction is a decoy to my apathy
Wes Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shrug-off-that-helpless-splintered-smile/
