Primal
I feel the urge to shout out loud. To shake
The world with primal sounds of gnashing teeth.
Unchain the inner animal and seize
In grasping hand a crown, a green hued wreath.
To find in prizes, sublime contentment,
Which fills the void. I must elude this taint.
Evade these peaceful paths without resentment.
Rebuking both the sinner and the saint
As false exercises in genuflection.
This weighty burden of introspection,
I surrender. Let others carry on.
November 5, 2007 at 11:52 am
Sorry, don’t understand what the message is or what your trying to say.
November 7, 2007 at 10:03 am
In hindsight, I’m not too happy with this one myself.
I feel I’ve tried to make this too dense and to cram in to much into too few words. The changes in direction and meaning that I’m trying to fit into it are not explained and I’ve failed to give clear signalling about where these changes are happening. I’ll write this one off as a learning experience.