A Fresh Perspective

The reaper's footrace

holds many surprise winners.

but bets are impossible.

Humanity, too fragile a glass.

Tenderly cracked at nothing.

Shattered too quick.. too fast.

And amidst the floor

loved ones gather the broken shards

piece by piece

witnessing enlightenment

from the ground up.

Where death really puts things

into perspective,

we need a mass global slaughter

to sober the rest of us up.

Men drown

in shot glasses filled with glitter

these days.

Drunk and afraid

to wade in a sea of


       They speak.

      "We are not misty haze

       or whitened vapor,"

              they say.

      "We can paint you to fruition

       if you will listen."

       The ocean glistens.

I hear you.

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