I Was.......

I Was.......

Running in place in

The sands of time’s morbid joke

When I passed a night light

On the beach blissfully unaware of self and

Long forgetting it’s original purpose

The light of the night worked anyway 

Connecting to contemporaneous coagulants

No recollected memory

Would warn the patrons to

Desire this dereliction of duties 

Reduced to the next best

In the contextual text

With no sense for cold war or leg warmers

With no time to regard the logical incrementally

Modular in short

Intellectually familiar

With the cut up method

Applied to the sand’s numbered legions

One step for each million ideas

Generating electric brain impulses

Gauging the gaps

In an attempt to generate

Equivalent benevolence

For the good deeds

That sometimes succeed and

When celebration asks you for a match

Light that candle 

And

Let it burn!

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