It was only my feelings,
Wispy things, hardly tangible,
Not something to grasp in the hands
And throttle to a particular way of thinking.
The right to say,
Regardless of its impact,
Considering the choice not to notice,
Is clearly more important
When intolerant of differing points of view.
Looking down from on high
Must make seeing anything
Other than the lofty position
Very difficult,
Especially for those beneath,
Caught in the pyroclastic flow
Of judgment.
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