Ideas

Where is the honour?
Does it mate with
An ever passionate War
For acknowledgement.
Or does it marry
Silence.

Where does the honour lie?

Is it in the exchange
Of fistful fantasies.
Or does it mingle within
Breezy smirks
As flakey
And proud
As the opponent.

Whose ego does it flirt with.
This honour.
And how can a single reign in
A world of flawless
Minds.

So where is the honour then?
In the quiet streams skirting
Through yellow fields
Or is it this
This play on words
Licking the ego
So good and shiny.

Somebody has to lose.

So where is the honour then

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