For the Time Being

The way it should be - for the time being at least. But try telling that to the huddled masses, walking corpses all. If there were but a single point of light would their their ranks be reduced by one, but bully the conscientious they will, and pummel their misfit prey. And thus does that light brighten, condense, inward-shining burner of brazen senses. And should a partner of agreeable pigmentation be found, the absorbable light might now shine outward. But while these myriad points of scarcely scattered light might flicker and flourish in flame they must, with time, fade. And while the dull din of the dim can be equally excitable, if similarly muted. Theirs are processes too, and time belongs to even the least of beings - the way it should be.