Thursday, April 11, 2013

A Time When All Things Ended In Prayer

A cone of silence
Cubically unaware

A destiny compacted
Into a square of soil
Unfit for growth

Geometrically opposed
Soft-shelled replicas
Of some prior time—
Cursorily in the seekers eye

A fate unboxed—tethering
Ideas together in various shades—
Sentimentality regurgitated through
A quaint appreciation of all things
Dissociated from a world consumed by effigies.

Polarized, we rotate eastward.
Entranced, we sidle to the south.
Encapsulated, we wander westward,
Hypnotized, we kneel before the northern sky.

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