Thought Fullmess

Some words parade as compliments
but no city street can take to floats
every day of the year.

Spinning new thread may leave one
with many yarns
though no building can support 
too many stories.

A train must hesitate to roll
should there be an open field
at the end of the track.

And yet how can good conscience 
coincide with conviction
in the face of confusion,
chaos, and conflict;

all that can be 
is a temporary answer
to treacherous questions
with a state meant
for continuous thought.

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