accidentally not trite

which must one fear:
deliberations that do not inspire the doer
or blind glibness, wrought by a loose hand

I say, have said, might one day utter:
go! undertake projects that have no legibility
and taste the tomatoes that the squirrels knocked down

love fate? wisdom? the hairy valuation?
it must be known:
the worst of all phrases

guarantees won't allay the night
unless you can turn the orbit
and leave the system

thusly, aphorisms are the path to smart
and intelligence is a band-aid for the open 
wound of the less-than-fully loved

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