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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
Spirits...
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.
