Thrown for a Loop

There's for a like reason much more belief than fact and

that is happy in a way, belief inclining us

more toward what we ne than what we'll get:

but we really do believe what we believe and

we trust it will work out: on the other hand put a plug of

gold upon the scale opposite a sack replete of

painted feathers, verity will that great woven

cluster outweigh: the support could be called

"getting along"-and that's where balanced

person no doubt stand: those who slip down

the arm toward feathers retain an eye back on

truth I'll bet, and those heavy with reality

which is sometimes ruthlessly reality oh, they

longingly gaze toward the painted fare: belief

can fulfill dramas of yearning, while truth's

exactions narrow down the margins: on the contrary even

when it's a tightrope it's somewhere to walk,

while dramas address theatrical appetites:

that fact and belief are one, cooperating individual

with the other, that is simply GRAND, and they

sometimes do, aiming at heaven, cooperate: I

think that this means alone that illusion plays

well against reality, admitting we have so much

trouble telling which is which, fact often

losing the figurements of its put up, and

illusion as repeatedly floating off, a grain of

reality its core: there is a sufficient place

in the mind that revolves away into the errors

of explanation just to be about: the sitting

center's point aimed at gets tired, and the feet and

leg can do with a little circulation, like

walking on the outside into the country to chat with the

farmers, loan a hand, or help a calf stand up

in its freshest morning: do with the obvious:

little lies behind it....

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