A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Monday, February 7, 2011
Kicking and Screaming
There is an all-consuming reality
in which we make tunnels and create banality,
minds which invent and realize their maladies.
All pain is our choice not to be humbled to beauty.
The hardest of things is to see the ease of our duty.
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