In muted hours of reflective solitude
The two-pronged streams, fact, and fantasy
As twin tributaries to a woodland pond,
Meet up to flow in free mélange.
The outer self dutifully performs
The licensed day, just as man approves,
In dress, act, and verbal exchange, which
May vary from his inner bent.
To go along, to get along,
He dances to the common tune.
But, when at home base, alone
He dreams of golden immortality.
Leonard N. Shapiro 6/21
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