down with originals
that cast a cloned shadow
that can't be called real
unless your reality
includes unique copies
and ingenious fakes
every day the sun rises
the moon spawns its cycles
lungs absently breathe
and food is ingested as every function
with every dysfunction and tangential harpy
of cause and effect, refraction and madness
and midnight reflection remain true to form
both dark and light
both death and dream
hell's heavenly angel
all different the same
the time has come to shred
the veil of smoke we call order
and weave the dangling tassels
into instruments of ardor -
Hippy garlands of joy? Check.
Ferocious attack on social inequities? Check.
Weary heroics of a caped fatalist? Check and check.
Slow fade into jaded cynicism? Check, please.
I like the piece but in a way I agree with DaleP. What I mean is the last stanza should be its own piece! It's a prime example to me of how much can be said with few words... I find myself always saying im far to cynical and jaded for the age 27, but non the less I am.
I actually feel that the piece works well if you remove the last stanza and leave it as is...