A cone of silence
A destiny compacted
Into a square of soil
Unfit for growth
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.