Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Enlightenment


There are moments when the veil lifts, or the basket tips,
and all our ugly thoughts slide out
to lie exposed upon the sand,
and O, we think, how manipulative we've been,
or O, how greedy, or O, how cruel -- 
but all too soon the vision passes, and we fall back 
into old hoarding habits, crying "Mine, all mine!"

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