Saturday, September 30, 2006

With quickness, wispily it kissed the fists flung at it
Ducking too and darting to truth or happiness
Some who witnessed this claimed its precedence
But it did not agree
It moved in flicker quicker to change and maintain the distance
It had till now
In floundering frailty found tied down in captivity
Its soul so stifled
So sanitized in an atmosphere desensitized
Not unlike a firefly whose light grows dimmer in the jar
Its weightless brightness fades in days like these

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