The hail of
for and against
pelts outside
endlessly.
Gentle musings
softens the jarring
as well as a familiar
friendly voice.
Too many wrench the warming cloth
that can clothe us all,to useless pieces
because that fit, that color that mode
is not the same as mine.
So much ego, so much self,
when all the great ones
without exception
point the other way.
Muse, gentle friends.