nothing she could say would make him feel,
nothing she could feel would make him speak;
he told her long ago that he would leave,
but now the moment’s here, and she grows weak

he’s heady with libidinous intent,
his brief flirtation with celebrity –
he cast his countenance off to the winds,
the many faces of
his treachery

i’d walk across the longest bridge for annie,

she’s beautiful as flowers in the spring;

and oh, t’were she my love, my sweet blue annie —

i’d introduce myself, and everything

beliefs define the limits of our minds
and everybody has them; even if
they think themselves beyond such ancient things,
as dwellers among well-established fact

this privileged position isn’t one
of argument, or even working thought;
it merely is asserted and affirmed
by others of like mind, who then are done

so who are they among us who don’t know
they have beliefs, like everybody else?
they’ve either no perspective, or they are
so fattened up with hubris they are blind

the poles of ignorance and arrogance
that do not know they turn around beliefs