O Waking Ship!A Poem by SergeiOnly the dead drift along passively
Hear the siren song pierce
the night guiding tired and dead wooden ships sailing to shores of meaning: become wooden cogs, pushing and being pushed, to progress automaton of productivity; scramble and fumble through dizzy daydreams to fall and supplicate at feet of crystal clearness - you are loved you mean something you are planned there is a plan now beget servitude disguised as love or burn; scribbling dreams on paper to have shaky hands crumbling and discarding sweet nothings dared to share with Destiny, that malevolent Benevolence. O sleeping ship follow those fairy lights no more and calls of siren w****s and stumble through the scarce-trod freedom path cherishing nick and scrape from brambles begotten by bare neglect and brandish love and cynicism high, blessed amulet, ward against chains forged in heart and brain shackling active mind to passive body floating down river Styx, monument to mortality O waking ship, with mighty hull and woven sail against the river Styx, eternally fight and flail © 2018 Sergei |
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Added on March 22, 2018 Last Updated on March 22, 2018 Tags: Love, life, purpose, meaning, philosophy, freedom, cynicism, free will, consciousness, enjoyment |