Corporate Dust (a poem)

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Jen is good at what she does, everyone loves her, but she has a secret

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She was 7 when she baked her first pie

On a stool in her grandmas kitchen

Flour in her hair

And sugar in her eye

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Serving that pie and watching faces go luminous

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Was like swallowing a firefly

A glow that stayed internal no matter the external fixation

To herself, her internal annunciation

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30 years forward the firefly still glows

But now she is important

She has that presentation to that client that blows

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We are sold a lie, do well in school, university and get a good job

Get the house, the car, money, prestige

Seem respectable to the mob

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But the firefly still glows

And it points to a life of meaning

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Ignore it and the glow burns out,

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Radiating outward from your soul through your skin

Rising upward in a million specks

Leaving your body getting dim

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Until they fall to the ground as they must

To be vacuumed by the cleaners like so much corporate dust

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