No takers today,
and I feel miniscule
to the bigger picture,
Yet a much wider
berth moves,
through the mind...
what can I find - out?
That somehow someone
is out there somewhere
dying in secret,
Being kicked around
by a force that
is beyond scope...
Time is already behind me,
God is beyond me!
Life is a trillion
harsh images washed
away, in a millisecond...
And the microcosm
where I live,
already shields me
from all this...
For I have a place
to exist, A job,
Food in the fridge,
A debit card...
Need I say more...
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