Fate's thing accomplished always tangles up
the seeming simple harmless thoughtless play
and shadow celebrating victor's cup
leaves dregs that read: What did you really say?

One cannot leave the bad and enter good
for both reside within and nothing spare
and constant efforts only keep the should
a hope in eyes that ask: And you are where?

So many worthless voices to ignore
while making sure that truth has ample room
to deep instill the questions endless chore.
Don't ask don't tell: This you were told by whom?

Yes, we the food of knowledge daily greet
and I won't tell if you won't: Did you eat?

- Robert Stone, 9 January 2011