A Timeless Brush

Hands shaking
Head spinning
World cracking
Splitting ambition in two
And then four, eight, sixteen

Fingers multiply
Errors run free
Laughing at futile attempts
To stop them
But there was a heroic mission underway
Not exactly a miracle

Standing was pushing a boulder up a mountain
Thinking was kicking it back down
A show had to be put on
They prodded a buffalo
Up a steep barren hill

Its limbs buckled
The ceremony was over
Until the next one carted him off
To the pleasant hole
Where the reign of ceremony
Couldn’t touch a sacred box

Pie contest next week
Blueberries would mingle with other berries
Time would march on
Funneled through pomp
And blue ribbons


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