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Misunderstandings Aug. 11, 2002 ] 2:48 AM So it happens. It dies down. I feel like a fool tossed around. Little words sprout bigger meanings. Insignificant actions ignite latent deliberations. Appear in quiet contemplation Advocating deeper thought. Not wrong. Yet not quite right. Significant fancies change Glamour to suit Insignificance. And molehills become mountains. While mountains quiver in their earth. Pick at the stones until Flesh appears and blood runs free. And then you realise the wronged. You stop, the wound remains, It has healed. It is a scar. The sour flame of jealousy Dwindles to the actor's Face of Folly. But say what you will. People never change They remain upon your stage The spark of the thespian artifice Flames throughout the eternity That rendered in your Art Is made into your life. First draft written in late July. Poem brought about by the period known as Goldfish In Ice. wax ] wane