LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

Wait until eight,

Until then, play dead.

In your controlled silence,

Keep the best of you well hidden.

Don’t rush, don’t reveal,

For the stars only shine when they feel.

Empirically gather wisdom,

Like a river flowing without fuss or rush.

Wait for the right moment,

For, outside of time, what is open

Can become a cunning trap,

A futile gesture, a crude clap.

So, wait, patience in your hand,

For destiny will give you the plan.

When the time comes, you’ll be heard,

And what you kept will be well served.

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