God told the prophets how
and what but a compromise
arises every time inside
the mind of man and he
wants what he wants.

Maybe it’s the father in us
that gives allows only
half what the little ones
think they need then
sees how it goes.

Sometimes it matters
less what you see out
a window as much as
it matters how the quality
of light shifts.

Sparkle City is a tiny box
is brown water good enough
the deity of conformity
to the ideal of the big wheel
grinding flour.

The little ones look out
daringly from where they start
on fire whatever weather
tells them to bundle up
they wanna be naked.


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