A Rare Bloom

So often

human society

deals not in clarity but in confusion,

works not with truth but delusion,

desires when it might reward,

destroys when it might build,

kills when it might have birth,

hates when it might have peace,

crushes when it might comprehend,

seeks sensation when it might have worth,

abides suffering sooner than enlightenment.

All these things it tortures me to see

and be a part of,

yet

I would rather be a petal

to a flower

that blooms rarely

than one that never shows a face.

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Steve Moon