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Dialogism (Sonnet) by Nicholas Jones
People endure, explain ourselves through pain -
strong structures mean that we can thus construct
a niche just for one mind. You walked in rain
to prove you would, when I myself was tucked
in a bed of warmth with softness over me
and cocoa by my side. For I am cursed
by my own failings - mediocrity
is me, while you are always well immersed
in all you are. But I have no deeper mind,
no crises or delight, while you amaze
me with your long conflict toward such finds.
All this I do admire, but my mind says:
As to such as you belongs the modern world
Profundity eludes me, but is my goal.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.111111
Weighted score: 6.0555553
Overall Rank: 1193
Posted: August 11, 2003 2:12 AM PDT; Last modified: August 11, 2003 2:12 AM PDT
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