Lucid Drops

Drops of lucid liquid life are
dripping forward due to spacetime.
Driven wet waves refract rainbow
dreams coloring our destiny.

Existence forms a pool of prose
extending to the edges of
expression, the source of painful
exposure, where poetry dawns.

Failure binds the bones to banal
fantasies of making music,
fame, claiming the riches of life,
falsely yet more dreaded than death.

Misguided by trusted teachers,
mistreated by peers in power,
mistaking fault to be the fee,
misthink we, too often, our guilt.

Descend into the foul fruit of
despair, like icky insects that
devour their gift, then rise to
deliver the birth of new art.

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