The Milk of Human-kindness...

Has evaporated dried and died... 

where has old time generosity and human kindness gone... how did we ever get to 'here'... where mercy has gone underground, and dying Crying babies get erased 

there are momentary miracles... outside of ordinary experience, often embalmed in Love transferred by a imperceptible smile given by an Angel in the Street... a momentary gift of warm recognition...

be that sincere spirit with a giving soul in the tiniest way, send it along on the river of love... all that has long gone under the bridge's of time dilation's and one way streets... the milk and the teat of human-kindness is yours to give to whom you choose... often you lose, but you did good just trying...

only when you begin to understand the sensitivity and depths of another's feelings will you begin to get it !... send a little bitty trace of positive pulse in any form or intercommunication, it could get you through a road block, and released from custody, it might make a slither of difference when your ass is against the wall... always be polite 'soyez toujours poli'... joy is fleeting and soon a grievance... 

give up all hope who enter this land... it's over...