I live in an iconic space...A Poem by MarshallI live in an iconic space devoid of all sound and voice seeking an inner temple where resides small fragments of an old self a journey once taken a heart once innocent and plain unpolluted and clean childlike metaphysical being with no wants, simple needs no columns of materialism a nihilistic existence. It exists no more as days merged into the nights and the light of the next day bought with it a slow and invasive society that rendered me numb and meaningless. I am now awash in a rapidly filling vessel that needs to be better than I ever was and all too soon the walls build greater heights and gates of enormous size allowing no free access to no one. I was now held a prisoner in my own cemetery casting about to shake out this network of social chains that hold me captive. Where is the God I once spoke to directly? Where are the angels that I knew existed? Why did Santa Claus become commercial? How did brother get to kill brother and who created gigantic religious dogma to herd people into cages of conversion? Please set me free from this new society and allow me to return home to my once beautiful emptiness! Please, please! Author NotesContemplation-6. © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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