celebration of the softer mind
its weak hand flutters along the edge
of its misspoken and brittle cakes of haphazard thought
tasty sweets to distract
distilled from the lesser thoughts of some brilliant mind
its watered down textures is vile
to the tongue
but one must find the strength to utter it
lest you be thought too frail to press on with the greater good

she shivers inspite the thick bundle  of her cloth
and looks with pleading up to the ignorant sun
can you do nothing to warm me she inquires
but the suns bliss is uninterrupted
as in its daily wanderings it could ill conceive such creatures
so far below milling about under its brilliant beauties

so in celebration of the softer mind
we pick up our lacklustre thoughts
and dragging them behind like some misbegotten
carriage of poorboys laughable creation
we pick our way east along the kings highway
looking for floozies and harlots we could sit and pass the
time with in gentile repose
they know the truth of kindness
and know it has no coin
so while you may think it strange
that my lover and i seek such minstrels of carnal dances
we understand that the finest linen dose not always
make for such fine thread to keep out the worlds cold
the truth of kindness is that it needs no coin