Little Things

These stories and their strategies tend to remain untold little bit by little bit they change our world Gathering their momentum bit by bit become too dangerously headlong and inch by inch become encroaching sneaking up behind you when we all are sleeping Little by little in every tock and tick the vanishing of humanity beneath it quietly slips but these stories in their strategies tend to be untold all the tiny little things of the great wide open world bit by little bit we find all the doors are suddenly closed surreptitiously removed by sneak thieves living in the pockets of our souls Little by little bit the theater unfolds the grand illusion of us all tiny inconsequential united by ultimately divisible prone to believe in the unbelievable by millimeters to measure our predetermined fall little snip edge off clip healing every tiny little cut until there's nothing left at all Still these strategies in their stories take care never to be revealed we tend to wake up one morning and find all the white wash has mysteriously pealed inch by little inch bit by little bit we are handed back their tiny little world filtered away into insignificance what once there was is now without us now a miniature facsimile little by little no more of anything of what we used to be bit by bit removed it from our memory those sneak thieves who made their living stealing all the little things from the pockets of our souls