let me sit quietly among my misconceptions
so harmless they are, so comforting on this hot summer night
where the mind protests point and counterpoint
let me gaze at the flames flickering from the two candles
in the middle of the table, past the ones who demand
a deeper consideration of the issue at hand
that don't interest me after all is said
my tongue lingers on the last taste of molten
ice cream, the last sip of wine, facts do not
matter right now, let my misconceptions
last a little bit longer on this lovely summer night.
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