black dragonfly I saw a black dragonfly in flight yesterday today that dragonfly is probably dead for consumer societies

to effectively work ideas of uniqueness must be corrupted I saw a black dragonfly its body dark blue one grey-white patch on each fine black wing each societal clone must believe itself special whilst its creative expression is insidiously eroded I saw a black dragonfly completely alone my awe and awareness qualitative pointless each society member made to feel alienated will believe it is free making quantitative choices I saw a black dragonfly I reached out my hand I wanted to feel it land on my palm no one must know that more progress will express more fear and defeat and increased isolation I reach out my words want you to touch them This poem is as dangerous as a black dragonfly © John William Brown 2009

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