it does not lurk in darkness nor wander in forest groves but does devour without regret all that it desires and if you peer down your street you will not see it but if you pass a mirror
his tomorrow’s were out of focus as were his yesterday’s and as for today it was hard to say since the steady sound of rain drowned out the sounds of his thoughts but his eyes seemed focused as he stood staring at a child wading bare foot in cold puddles pursuing a makeshift-ship one small discarded plastic bottle manned by a crew of captured black ants they didn’t seem to be enjoying the adventure as he watched the child’s creation he wondered if god saw us all as captured ants drifting along in a plastic bottle
we vainly deal with our fears as if they will respond to the words of others if expressed in an office or meditation center delegating our decisions to robed and un-robed messiahs of our own personal sorrows messiahs conveniently found on webpages which apparently was prophesied by liberals and conservatives in a national poll thus making the transition to a dulcet intellectual peasant validated
as i walked through the park i overheard the brown prophet addressing a young well-to-do tattooed skateboarding youth the brown bag prophet said don’t need your respect turning and seeing me he added ain’t nobody like me which of course makes most folks rather happy but being unique can either give you a sense of isolation and loneliness or a sincere appreciation for god’s wisdom during the design phase of creation