Forget To Be Good
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We forget to be good.
The sense of it fading
Like a cluttered dream.
Those engrained ethics coming loose,
To drift off in wispy flocks
Like a calm morning of cloud.
We grip them too carelessly;
The fool certainty those shining points
Are too well scored.
The blind view of some burning moral constellation.
Still they slip from us.
A gentle abandon,
Like a shadow cast off.
Some hazy doppelgänger
Left wilting at a roadside
While we rush on regardless.
Photograph by Thomas Leuthard
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