Contest Entry Loser.

They fancied flight these often regaled fruitful fiends

Counting the dust and still smaller things like considering how long it’s been

And how long it’s been such a drought as this one moment fractioned here

Fractured in one million ways to be fed and felt by friend or fear.

An incrementalists’ poetic appropriation donning sophistication

Unsettling hearts through tactical indignation protecting insecurity

And it’s been so long this parched am I, this one moment actioned here

Actors of one million fears to be heard and spilt like cries and tears

And by the years and by the years

Buy and bye each thought each word each near to our hearts but never truly

Counting the dust and still smaller things to set aside one bitter moment

A wretched moment reflecting its furthest point within

And what fruitful times it’s been.