mantis romantisisizing

Bits o' modern man throwing caution to the winds
window man enthralled in piece of suit
looks not so shabby at li'l ol me... can't see
sees thru me and beyond.
theatre of the world stands amidst the
the little difference scheme of my twenty-dollar haircut
Visions of my disruption in the world of crude abnormality,
dissasociated families,
money making factories
ignitiant of a great unrepented vanity...
my vainglory, chauvanistic insanity...

and

yet

god sees us... these small toys of his tinker, these imperfect vessels we keep smashing & sinking

sees it.. when we suffer, yet still care to live, forsake all stakes in guidance, find faulty ways in which to give

and also... sees the importance of one light shining even slightly, casting shadows o'er our layers &the players of every lifetime. so that we may be the praying mantis, our arms held tightly before ourselves bending with less malice than we're known for. and may god grant the mantis mantra, calm our senses, ease the spirit. toys displayed proudly or set assunder, may god consider this humanity valid. may there be a peice provided for the weary knelt before you, begging please one more mercy extended, one more blessing, we implore you...

by friday you were gone.