The Niche

For wordman

picking away on strings,

the grass grows blue

but the tales told mirror

the rainbow

and the niche, or the

concept of it, remains

vibrant, valid and a

vector pointed toward

the goodness the

species can project

and goodness told through

the niche speaks in ways

rarely heard by many

the niche punches you,

punches your brothers

and sisters with a

force that leaves

an emotional mark

deep, wide and impassible

one that transcends

the fiction of logical

fallacy, of morality,

of politics and religion

the niche speaks to a

higher cause, to a morality

full of love, understanding

and coexistence

the niche may point to

a real things or a

useful fiction, but

the results wrought

benefit the masses

as a whole

the niche speaks to

a specific audience

the niche represents

the contemporary,

the past and what

is yet to come

the niche has a way

and a will, the means

to a madness that is

both individual and

utilitarian

the niche is good

so the strings keep picking away,

the ivory keys keep getting tickled,

the freestylers jive to samples old

and beats new and the emotional

rainbow keeps being through all

these prisms and the niche keeps

giving us the way to the light within

the niche is the candle

defeating the darkness

may it always be so