offering us illumination as they flitter
around in front of us... a summer
phenomenon... remember the child
I was collecting them in a jar... but
no longer alive by the next day... I
had put holes in the jar's top but it
made no different to them... we were
young and foolish for so many years
and when we became mature we were
older and more foolish than before, we
chose not to see it... our mind had been
rearranged by the culture that molded us
into creatures of habit, teaching us to be
as insincere as we were impolite when
were confronted by those who were
just a little different than us... virtues
of our righteousness were laid out on
the ground like surveyor flags and we
ignored them as we ignore our own
salvation... a ruse to make us seem
holier than thou... we were unique
births and at a time when all was as
quiet as a church mouse... now we be
relics of a bygone past that had no
fury in its minor accomplishments.
23 August 2022
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