
Blip
compared to tyrants
the brutal, iron fist dreaded
compared to generals
great conquering armies lead
compared to artists magnificent
whose works, since antiquity enlighten
compared to the uncommon human
changing the world, block by block
but a blip am I, standing in mere shadows of
shadows, of shadows, tourist to muted history
but a blip am I, believing I can, I will
change the world in my way
Photo and Poem (c) by DC Lessoway
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