Slicing through
the dung of it all,
the sick of it all,
the sum of it all.
Blunderbuss to the head,
an epiphany,
sudden realization,
clarified awareness
that we know nothing more
than the day before
or through all of history
other than,
wars remain,
people kill,
poverty remains,
people starve,
and children suffer
from our muddled traipsing
through the
bogs of life....
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