
BeaconsScintilating elfin beingsMore Like This
descend to laugh
with us
in
conflagrations
of the inevitable
swells of phosphor hysterical
media rapture
chatterings
that
slosh like bathwater during an earthquake
global
is no matter
nor the bombs we chest thump test against
them no matter
for they
just collect mysteries like birds
lining nests with tin foil
and all our progress
is as nothing
compared the uniqueness
our teachers have illumined
roads in the night
like beacons in a sea of stars