Much Like A Haunting
In a bigger-is-better world thirty feet high and twice
as wide turns not enough heads. Tragedies fail
unless off the scale, or involving our dearest. Mice
in a maze we follow what's ahead if it has a tail.
Latest and greatest wins, if no thought is engaged.
Stopping to think only when something is killing
us in our tracks. Stumbling along, the while caged
in a pail -- over the sides, abundance is spilling.
Life itself conspires to tell us that what matters most
in this journey is nearest, closest our wanting.
Says it thirty feet high, and to the extent that we host
such untruth, we perish. Much like a haunting.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
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