We Who Think We Know

Without a nod or turn of head,  

we who think we know, 

walk briskly by whatever 

doesn’t line up  with our view.

Thus, we exclude what we can’t

bend  as we march lemming- like

 into a preconceived sea.

                                                                                                          JDG

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