Machine of SensibilityA Poem by Sophia MarieAn inability to discover the intelligence within perfected ignorance, To everything that hovers"by chance"upon the alacrity Of our ambition acted upon in the earnest realms of reality. But the bonds that encircle; sever, tear, and corrupt the certainty That the truth of pain is to enable prosperity. Unable to see reason Blindly we drive ahead, full wind, looking beyond the walls, That pass swiftly by, when we realize everything has shifted, To somewhere you can no longer reach, no longer imagine.
Closed in you become, in the sticky sloppy bars of the cages time has laced Through your prism of the sight underneath what is actually seen. All that is not, comes to haunt and hinder the path that is stricken, With carnage ridden bodies, torn from the road and ripped upon the Bare candied floors that become strewn with blood. The color blue Ignites no heat, but all comes to a halt in the midst of the breath That arises from the clear pooling waters, cascading within this image Of nowhere and somewhere; beyond what is recognition of existence And the conception of the fact that what we perceive to be our time Comes only to be what we must spend upon the road.
We may be torn, and shredded by this unrelenting beast; it is only The loss of our forward motion that can serve to sever the bars Go before the waters and become immersed in the ability to see Clearly through the crystalline droplets that purify the blinders from The windows to our world around, that has forever been clouded, By the impassibility of times erosion, upon our natural connection to The life of the Earth, instead of the power of the ultimate Machine. © 2012 Sophia MarieFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
229 Views
Added on January 30, 2012 Last Updated on January 31, 2012 AuthorSophia MarieNew York, NYAboutHi, I'm Sophia. I am 24 and have a Bachelors degree in English and minored in creative writing. I really love writing poetry and science fiction/fantasy are the genres that have always been my favored.. more..Writing
|