The Timing of Mice

Forsake all that pertains to edifice and you will discover a circle within a circle.

Protesting fate gives you an Oedipus, like Stalin taking shape inside of Churchill.

Should your enemy line up your favorite vices before you, learn how to nibble.

Before a candle that can not extinguish, even the most sleep deprived would not quibble.

I know when to speak fearlessly at length and when to judiciously bite my tongue.

Spectators take aim at what they think is my strength, laughing at my ladder because I only showed them a rung.

I will be the first to admit that my weight is going in the wrong direction.

It is nothing I can't burn off with recurring nightmares and libidinous affection.

Contemplation that makes me forget myself is my proverbial cherry on top.

In every other ordinary setting, I am no less than a reusable Hollywood prop.

Women are put at ease around me, because I know how to enter through the naval.

The gut communicates with the brain, but by the time that happens, I have already disconnected the cable.

Men desire to be put under leadership, that is why I always hide from them.

Grabbing me with a desperate fever grip, they expect every word to be some gem.

Wisdom is not on demand, these type of things must be teased out.

There is no magic command, bears sleep when winter conspires to freeze trout.

Touch the hem of my garment and unfortunately you will not be healed.

Yet I can show you a place where courage and hope are both congealed.

Call me a sage with the best intentions, and I still will slap your face red.

Ask to partner with me in mystery and I will ask you to repeat what you said.