moments

your country needs you, and you, and you..

 

I send out daily bites

like nourishment for souls

unbidden

is this generosity?

sharp insights that come from moments

freshly squeezed – the sap of thoughts

that flounder if they are not transmitted

 

my throwing out of the fishes and loaves

is the displacement of all that is mine

just moments, my fractions

are they gifts?

these little things that mean a lot to me

harboured in neutrality

go children go, for it pleases me to watch

 

my atomic vanity discharged

simpering and hoping for traction

and wishing above all to be absolved

is this guilt?

for the smallness that haunts

can taunt me in an ironic way

because I know too much about irrelevance

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