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  wield it without regard for their safety

  As the razor can cut the throat of an opponent

  as effortlessly as their hand.

  All things are never equal

  as humanity is not simple

  but simpler than they surmise

  and nothing must be so.

  As sometimes that which is evident

  still insolently remains beneath

  The dull blade shatters as flint

  On the granite will of ego.

  Gray Dreams

  In complementary light of hazy shadows

  we gaze into the mirror, twilight gasps

  The furrows dug so effortlessly in the face

  blend into gray as the placid pond has no ripples

  There is no artic wind from the north, there are no

  humid doldrums from the south, the surface is calm

  Dreams of silver and gray silent reflection

  are banished with cold halogen stares.

 
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