Saturday, October 19, 2013

Infants Amongst Mortal Fabric


We are all and only infants amongst the veneers of mental fabric, attracting disassembly and partitioning expansions
Of cultivating emblems of character—

We’ve been bred as monsters, deliberate and persevering,
Ignorant of only the appetites we’ve supplanted as we whet the gullets-unyielding path towards gluttony

Significant atrocities are dissolved by wanton blindness and the coercive language used by those voices chaotically attuned—voices which have been and always shall remain, a reflection of the debasing melody born within

DESIST the purge and CALM the seas beneath your storms.
TREAD for relaxed states; exhilaration breathes a crisper version than what typically expands our wearied lungs

And in the midst of cacophony, upon the din of tumults, a smile still gleams it’s graceful vow—a promise made to a brittle child, one whose scowls surfeited the aperture of imagination—and herein, that child is revealed again, for portent dreams have a way of coming true…

1 comment:

  1. indeed - I wish I could! It's a jungle. Well explicated. Nice to read you again, Fred

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