Creek

So many keeping their mouths full at a safe distance away;

for those who have much to say, but have felt little of a sting, would rather feign that they have seen what can be done, held the reaper's rasp.

Neither across oceans nor creeks have I traversed yet I speak of a "beauty so strange," or what those more acquainted with the Void have explained.

To the beginner goes that luck. Not required is that blade, just the feelings and T.V. news reels. They are coming, but beforehand we leave.

Is it far better or much worse to sit at the edge of a lake who's homes appear glamorous and long for the notoriety gained when occupied by a no-one of this age?

At that safe distance away, we are free to ponder, lest we dip our feet in the pond and wade.