vanity

Some subtle precaution
is always breathing down my neck
ravenously, as if starved
for attention

we're ignoring the ill-conceived
notions of dignity and grace
not only to keep what is precious safe
but also in a fruitless attempt
to survive the embarrassment

structured phenoms rise ably,
didactic as if we needed
another teacher.
we'll learn in time.

I'm sorry that fate decreed
a windfall opportunity
but I can't be righteous
without being right

I think we think
we have a choice
and that our motives
make the difference
but we're only fooling
ourselves because the
world is made of fattening
foods and pictures of
rainbows reflected in
mirrors but when our
arm reaches out we feel only
dust and tears, and sometimes
a quiet mechanism to tell us
that we're still pretty

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