Underdone Fragment

 The world is on display with all the distortions and diversity, a fine line of domain and imagination, the drama of action, it's easy access 

Thinking is one element of passion and emotion, we give elevation to the mind, the compulsion of truth and enigma of purpose vision essence 

Art is the extremity of expression, the fabric of fact, one more spoon at the feast of reason and depths of suffering, like a vice curiosity 

Vision is the avowal of poverty, fettered toil, like any other choice, in the end a collocation of words, exquisite words but only words

 A the table we eat more scholarly curiosity, feeding of choice, touches of intrusive passion flushed with suffusion, we are rich in reverie 

The eating ends, and the memory formless rhetoric, underdone fragments and rigid fugitives, only abstractions are real on Christmas morning