Fly In the Ointment
Feeling something’s not right
a general dissatisfaction
or persistent fundamental flaw
I look inward for a cause.
Dr. Hubris, at your service!
Self appointed, to discover,
diagnosis and cure
the very footsteps he makes
in the wilderness of Psyche.
But what he finds is the same
basic ignorance he always finds,
an ignorance at the core of it all
so basic there is no cure.
And so his footsteps change nothing
except leave his tracks
across this pristine ground
the ground his projecting creative mind
self-identifies as flawed….
(10/8/23)
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