Breathlessly
They laugh
Churning thick thumbs
Around their pitiful circles

They do not understand
The bright minds
And the beauty they bring
To these smog filled days

Nor will they ever
Truly comprehend
The secret that is theirs
And only theirs-

That to create,
No matter how vile
Is to be one step ahead
Of those who lag behind.

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