the whole lot is lost.
frantic
disillusioned
and despite being part
of the collective
feel alone

struggling for position
overwhelmed
then underwhelmed
and waning after time
from any good thing
they find-

from any good thing I find...

aye, but beauty is difficult, the old poet repeats to himself, canto after canto.

nice oiece,

Peter

thanks Peter...the human condition....ahhh