Friday, October 25, 2013

Regressive Light

Like snatching a small gnat with chopsticks
The mind clasps certain details
With a brief flash of angst
They're ignited
And that is where reason derails.

Before long a bonfire rages
Fueled by distortions of history
Falsely presenting the future
As if how things could go well
Is a mystery.

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