Why?

Finding the eye of my own tornado;

quietly watching how my tempests flow.

Watching, feeling the turmoil of my day

helps me seek out yet another way.

It’s not the tempest but how I reply

That answers the question when I ask “Why?”

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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