The Dragonfly Of Hope

As a poet tells us, "the center cannot hold..." yet certain deeds are enacted as if they stemmed from a moral center. When central values become blurred in a chain of mediations, at least you can transmit advertisements for caring, or shoot an ice-arrow of disgust into the warty hide of destructiveness. Hurrah for lamentations that wrench the guts of melody and show us the darkness we wrestle with in common! So let darkness be corralled and portrayed on the iridescent chitin of a dragonfly, and let that creature touch down right where your hopes are rising.