mist of magic over lanes of logic,in this context chameleonic.
a short poem, inspired by Harper Thorpe’s prompt — Context
It depends, please get my drift… shaded truth shifts from one life to another, conditions and renditions confound…
Many a grave crime
Reduced to mere follies
And many a trifling error
Exalted to major misdeeds—
Without context,
It’s a senseless world