Tempestuous Nonsense

Driven by a Capricorn wind,

down an uneven slope

of unspoken awareness,

We battle fortitude,

tenacity and soliloquy,

which is overdramatic,

at best.

Pretension and grandiosity

send us shaking our heads

in a pithy of rage.

That is not

part of the rhetoric

advanced in the maze

of battle plans.

The peaks are as

valleys,

inverted in a sea

of unrest.

Until it is too late,

then,

it is better left

unsaid.

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