The Challenge

We look for them
Everywhere we walk
Everywhere we look
So strong is their pull
The ancients made them goddesses
Controlling our thoughts
Our actions
Not our own

One morning
Waking to the debris
Of imagination
Efforts of epic strength
Strewn about
Like butterflies
Or hummingbirds
Here and gone

No more of this
Worthless endeavor.
A new morning dawns
And we step
Into that path
Of imagination
Once again



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