Holding fast to the vision
of things yet-to-come is
maddeningly arduous
when the inconsequential
bullshit of the immediate
threatens to strangle your
dream lifeless.
The nonsense looming large
due only to consistency,
pervasiveness, and stridency...
luring us deceptively into
the crab boil of despair
where our fellows happily
assist in our demise.
To see the distance, to seek
possibility, to connect with
the unfamiliar and the elusive,
to wish for something better....
these goals are lofty yet laudable.
They are the truth, yet unseen;
all else is a lie.
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