The tulips in the crystal glass are so very fragile
The litter in the mud and grit has nothing left to lose
There is only so much good in the whole stinking lot of us
But that blind spring of entropy flows on forever
The best of us is glimpsed but rarely, and only in a few
Thus we mostly live immersed forever, in palest mediocrity
The beauty of humanity shines through, for the briefest of
instants
The emptiness of our normal lives casts an enveloping pall
upon us all
The moments of our uplifting are truly few and far between
Torture, greed and death are always just below the surface
The good we do with modest forethought is like a tiny candle
in the wind
The brutality of our indifference wracks the world and its
people
The innocence of children is but the briefest shower in the
drought
The never ending corruption fouls everything just like that
dirty tsunami
Music briefly fills our souls with the knowledge of a
morning peace
Smashing, shouting and hoarse cackling fill the noonday heat
The calm strength of the ancient mother rights our course
just a fraction
But mostly we plunge on blindly, proudly honoring an
unconsidered ignorance
The just must often struggle mightily for the smallest
victory
Indifference tramples without malice grandmas, sprouts and
babies
Those things that truly sustain us are so very quiet and
unobtrusive
The smashing sounds of progress fill our ears and drown our
thoughts
Sunrise and sunset may awake us for the briefest instants
nights are no longer truly dark and the days are too long,
too hot and too loud
New found love illuminates our worlds and fills us with
great joy
And then the ash of indifference begins to slowly, thickly,
coat it all
The apple tree then blossoms and stands outstretched in a
silent exultation
But for months stands gray and wet and naked in the freezing
rain
Somewhere, by dint of sheer persistence, a people toddles
forward
The mass of us roil on, enveloped in dirt and greed and hate
Somewhere a masterpiece gives rise to a momentary
superposition
Elsewhere the fecal tide rolls in a little thicker and
higher every day
In a quiet glade, a gentle mother softly licks her newborn
fawn
Meanwhile, in surrounding areas, smoky fires burn and
diesels roar
One child in a million casts off the chains of poverty,
pollution and neglect
Generations without hope share a dirty cycle of need, crime
and disease
A man works very carefully for many years and fulfills his
one small dream
The masses vapidly follow only the flickering of electronic
images
For the briefest moments gentle north light fills our souls
Throughout the crushing work day we are forced to stare into
the sun
Our memories are scattered pearls we hope one day to string
together
Reality is a strangling vacuum closing in from all directions
A strange and compelling bird cry haunts our thoughts for a
brief moment
Commercials blare forever and the laugh tracks never cease
An oarlock squeaks and the water drips upon the twilight
dappling a quiet lake
The rain washes used oil from our cars into every little
stream and river
The peaceful smell of moist wet spring earth awakens our
better instincts
Our children prefer to stay inside gorging on fast food and
electronic media
Facts learned about our universe provide a moment of
perspective
Truth ground into us daily covers us with a soot that we
cannot wash away
Considered opinions adapt like plants to changes in the
sunlight
The average impulse purchase provides about twenty seconds
satisfaction
Our better instincts serve as measuring sticks for the
progress in our pilgrimage
Our overwhelming greed pits us against each other and the
earth
A couple work their lives away sharing a dream of golden
years
But far too soon one is stricken down and the other shrivels
up
Children find an enchanted forest just outside their new
home
Soon, however, come the bulldozers to smash and flatten and develop
The gurgle of the smallest stream gives comfort to those who
lie sleeping
In the baleful light of Monday there is no time for
contemplation
The smile upon an infant’s face lights and warms the entire
room
Greed and indifference trample all the helpless little
plants
Fathers teach the boys to fish and to preserve the lake for
their sons
Armies teach each generation even better ways to kill and
destroy
One small light gives comfort in a dark and empty
countryside
The vast and pointless city glow simply hides the message in
a starry night
A single action adventure story stimulates our imaginations
An endless stream of loud repetitions overwhelms and dulls
our senses
Petty bureaucrats, caught at minor crimes, quickly lose our
faith and trust
The large-scale lie repeated endlessly is slowly adopted as
a working truth
A climax forest achieves maturity after many a dignified
succession
Decisions made without much thought often prove difficult to
undo
Small wild animals go on purposefully with the only business
that they know
Species remain oblivious to the pointless extinction they
undergo
Cherry tree stands with its raised branches in a crescendo
of blossoms
Soulless heavy machinery gores blindly into the surrounding
earth
Baker tends the sourdough starter with a reverent admiration
Corporate farms spread designer crops to pump up this
quarter’s stock price
Once we cruised a scenic highway towards an enchanted
destination
Now every day we idle for hours in the same anonymous lines
of traffic
The ballet of a hummingbird traces a cosmic pattern in the
air
Blind greed forms the very core of our best theory of
economics
Just a tiny bit of soap could wash the little children’s
faces
A gritty dust settles over all of us, from every direction,
all the time
In early spring the birds return and begin to sing at dawn
The traffic roars by forever and the litter piles up down in
the swale
The day emerges full of promise, still wet with its dewy
afterbirth
Then noise and confusion from every direction carve out our
insides, once again
Odd moments return to almost nag us in dreams not quite
remembered
All our thoughts are slightly yellowed by this dreary, daily
immolation
We win some of the smallest battles in the hopeless war that
can never end
We
fight the good fight daily despite the darkness that is encroaching from all
sides
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