Variety times meaning negates value when
deity mimes, preening, delegate salary.
Musty rules and dusty jewels in buried treasure
synchronize by compromise a worthless measure,
Of money saved and rules unchanged
slapping missed opportunity on a wishing community.
The zenith is gone and the hallowed song sung
resonating through bone are sounds unknown.
Lost is the pretense of oceans so immense
that rules cannot bind them and jewels cannot buy them.
So the worthless measure of buried treasure
negates the value of the delegated salary.
by Royce Waxenfelter
8/1/01
This is the place for me to post all of my thoughts I've written down over the years. On these pages you'll find stories, poems, and songs about love, spirituality, nonsensical meanderings, and thoughtful ponderings. These are my past and present innermost thoughts, so be prepared to enter the mind-field of Royce Waxenfelter.
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