#1897-Assumed
10/10/2022
Belts are sometimes used,
In ways most bemused.
Yet with time,
They become sublime.
Like original thought,
At the outset caught,
In a web of masses,
Who negligently ridicule,
The man by the wayside,
Exiled from brotherhood,
Who cannot be understood.
At least for now,
While thoughts remain raw,
And those standing around,
Scoff and laugh,
To hide ignorance,
From plain sight.
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