Such Are Few

Objectively,
would not the absence
of choice
be itself a
post-modern
virgin birth?

Candy,
unbleached flower,
could-be-fresher vegetables
juxtaposed
against shades of
colored contacts,

or

choosing
among those
cities which hold the
potential of
highest prosperity.

What does
any of it matter if
others
find themselves in
overly ornate
maybe rather
plain caskets,
both doomed
to rot
dreaming
sweeping surrealistic
dreams death
is theorized to bring.

Should a person
choose to
waste away
the night
drunken,
drugged…

…or not…

morning still comes.

What is the youthful quest –
socioeconomic well-being
or love?

Does it not matter the beggar,
the faceless of the homeless amassed
would choose anonymity if it meant
living freely unrestrained
from any and every modern curse?

If youth were
to know,
to know,
to know.

Speak, all you
variously colored truths.
If in this life just one
should be untinged
long enough from crimsons

to hear

all of the
variously colored truths,
then such should be
considered blessed.

Such are few.

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