Things too clever 
	never ring true.
Heart songs aren’t clever
	they’re black or they’re blue
Possibly crimson
	most likely green
Possibly violent
	or, conversely, serene

Why am I writing this- I haven’t before-
	could there be motion, deep at the core
	where heart songs are sung
		and ideas are flung?

Carelessly mismatched colors and sounds
	images, sound bites all
	lying around
	in piles, in heaps.
It’s nonsense.

There’s no sense.

Why do I write this?
What good will it do?
My words on a page,
Do they ever ring true?

(My friends will say, “How clever of you!”)

But things too clever, just never ring true.

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