Again we meet with trepidation.
Long since we've used our imaginations,
Locked in hypothesis and rhetoric.
Laying engaged in thought, we seldom practice.
All theory, little action; every kiss with a preface.
In our tandem think-tank, not all is shared.
A thought explored deemed unworthy is shelved.
Annexes of annals adding and multiplying constantly.
That is how much I hide.