Honesty in men is a humourous thing,
it divulges all, and leaves no mystery.
Honesty in poet is a dangerous thing,
it breaks the illusion of lexical sorcery.
Take for instance, the magician's trade.
Amazes the audience, aims to impress,
it demands precision, practice and grace.
Yet fails if not appear effortless.
And if perchance the beans are spilled,
Not worry but take pride in knowledge.
That your work, like a recluse hermit,
came back to aid the human lineage.
Thus tis advise to conceal the art, O Novice
Let the trained eye trace it and gain eternal bliss.
it divulges all, and leaves no mystery.
Honesty in poet is a dangerous thing,
it breaks the illusion of lexical sorcery.
Take for instance, the magician's trade.
Amazes the audience, aims to impress,
it demands precision, practice and grace.
Yet fails if not appear effortless.
And if perchance the beans are spilled,
Not worry but take pride in knowledge.
That your work, like a recluse hermit,
came back to aid the human lineage.
Thus tis advise to conceal the art, O Novice
Let the trained eye trace it and gain eternal bliss.
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