from thoughtless little acts--
a greedy take here
a neglectful omission there--
all the accumulations
of every wade through the aether
forming the way I proceed--
and in the passage--
a reflection here
a penance there--
not so much on a road
as on a swaying suspension bridge
that swings one way in my favor
and other times in opposition--
and the delusions of hope that
undermine aspiration
cannot make out any way ahead--
for the bad will weigh a ton on the stooped shoulder
while the good is so evanescent
one could doubt its presence--its existence--
such is good news among the detritus
we make of the world--
I have fashioned a destiny
to a destination I've yet to make...
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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