Plainer Sight

Could greater dangers stalk in plainer sight 
Though disagreements always seem so sane?
Our tones of voice insist we’re always right.

We seem to see in only black and white,
Alert to every pale, half-hidden stain.
Could greater dangers stalk in plainer sight?

We’ve told each other how we hate to fight,
But how we hate to lose is more germane:
Our tones of voice insist we’re always right.

These disagreements still appear so slight.
We think each other wrong, that much is plain,
But greater dangers stalk in plainer sight.

Can we reveal ourselves with bare delight
To love tonight, and hush that strident strain
While tones of voice insist we’re always right?

Silent at the name of love despite
These mists of unanticipated pain,
No greater danger stalks in plainer sight.
Our tones of voice insist we’re always right.

Marcus Bales

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