Proper Appreciation
The noise of our impulses
The pull of influences
The draw of indulgences
They cloud, limit, and confuse.
Immediate desires,
Improper worship,
Inadequate ends,
These are false gods.
Neither the game watched
Nor its outcome
Were the ends.
These were the means,
The reason for occasion.
Staring blankly
Expectantly
Hopefully
To the screen, to the field, to the abyss;
We risked missing the beauty
Of what the moment really held.Discussion about this post
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