The overiding disappointment
was the realization
that the expected intelligence
was  non-existent
Tinker and tailored only to see
the grey were
lustrous silver strands in folds
of sheen semblance
dazzling softly in olive hues
but in deeper reaches
the small was to become tiny
as a wisp in the wind
blowing a gust to sail afloat
not a port in sight
but a busy vibrant compass
on tempestuous axis
and a surviver's guide by any
means possible
And who is to say that is not
clever
Afterall
your poison may be your medicine
and do as do knows to do
Yes
some realizations do disappoint
not all that glitters
can rock diamonds