Man said, "swear by me"
and emblazoned everything with silver strands
highlights to the high-life
The first testament to the subtle strangles of society
that consume, and confuse, and corrupt.
Break free of those bonds,
and baby it's a beautiful world;
take it for a spin.
Open your battered doors and take it all in.
Give birth through passion to
a cherried ember of beget emotion
born into the forefront of our chest,
fresh before fatality,
firm before regret.
Man is man before all things
The sense-less within Blind fire
and the ever present veil of darkness
that had stolen all of me
leaned heavily
on fettered bonds.
Even "free" man is willed skillfully
back into the waiting jaws of slavery
sooner or later.
Man is lost aboard a boat Goliath
afloat without a competent captain
It was Man who said:
"Don't go crying a river
with those port-hole portals hued blue,
both by nature, and from reflecting
the ocean out-standing before us.
Hold tight to shore more
when there is no shore to see?
and pull apart the self
from self sewn seams
so seamlessly
distress for sake of depression
and sink head-first into
shallow sea" -
A digression from everything instinct
and so I cast away from my island
full of shadows
with a suitcase half-set to sail
and half-sure to fail
packed in a hurry
jumbled full of
fragile
insecurities as socks
and simple toiletries.
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Submission Name: Man and the Atlantic
