Pome: Something Has Been Lost

Which can be found

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Who is not lost? Pic: Paradisio Publishing

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Something Has Been Lost

something has been lost, friends:

it’s in the hidden despair of the crowd

mornings in the freckled sun chased away

a rush to easy contempt

the streetbeggar watching from the pavement as we walk by

the lives elsewhere that get derided that we all might have lived

the pugilist with the breath sucked from the celiac plexus under the smoky fightlights while the fancy rush to hail the owner of the fistic fists that placed

him down alone on the canvas

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what does the human know of the other?

where do our dances as childs go?

from where does the envy of what others possess emanate?

something has been lost, friends, while we were lost in today

as we got older

rushed past the minutes as they rushed past us;

and this is the tragedy of life, existence, and the glory, too