Propped and sifting through notions
facing the darkness and dripping
hissing is the human condition
Occasionally it appears Im slipping
For what?

No one is more in amount
than the other

Should they astound me
with so much dawdlingdesperate deception?
Hungry eyes they have that dive
to glimpse my oddities
that they picked them out

For fireflies cannot control, nor stay sane
they instead refuse to question
and relish their flame