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#1 by way of reflection timothy r g, 12/12/2007

we look so closely at the frame of others,
call them beautiful or ugly,
(If we\'ve learned PC, we
simply look the other way,
or pretend to look through them)
then, either way, toss them aside,
for the next sighting,
blinded by our peering,
not noticing that we too
are under another\'s view.
we look so closely at the frame of others,
call them beautiful or ugly,
(If we\'ve learned PC, we
simply look the other way,
or pretend to look through them)
then, either way, toss them aside,
for the next sighting,
blinded by our peering,
not noticing that we too
are under another\'s view.
under a microscope,
like when a child,
the sun becomes fire,
burning the blade of grass,
just because, that\'s why.
like many things,
with consumerism\'s exponential stream,
with the question,
\'Whose lens is the biggest?

#2 by way of reflection

no matter what the day,
it does bloom,
some repose gently beside the rose,
some fall into their repose,
some bury themselves under the earth,
mother to us all,
back to the dust,
only a change in structure,
not energy;
then,
we bloom,
again.