courtess

wellspring (1)

popularity blindly leads us through strange tunnels.
as a spectre, moves on ahead, the wake tills illuminated history.
lights well up through those places we crowd around.
prejudice and prediction fail in this furrow.
it grows no segregate.

and in the shimmering present, many stay, waylaid.
some bury themselves away
enamored in the finding of a cozy passage.

but in staying the path, some find real glory.
newer and newer, cooler and cooler.
a stream leads deeper.

we have but one world.
we love to say whats best.
we cannot say why.
we only know we must.

nothing comes from nowhere
but some come so cool.

so cool that we pile on
strangle them like a child would a favorite frog.
"we love you so much."

monument

garnished remnants of eras
what help time tell how.
purposed or happenchance
history now.

masquerade