Clever concoctions of words were
Poured down the throats of the unwilling
Their articulate ripples finally faded
Leaving behind placid plane of reflection
And peaceful recollection
What then did the eloquent see?
Could they reason with their self?
Face a forlorn soul tucked in an icy shelf?
Trapped in an alien world
Individuality succumbed to need
The blackest day it was indeed
For the links were forged in blind furnace of dark
But how long can the shackles last
Incessantly assailed by the past?
Struggling wings will break free
Glorious ascensions of the esoteric
Will lift them high above the symbiotic.
Labels: philosophical, poem, symbiotic