Out of the Bottle
By heinzs
Out of the Bottle The tempest brews Sometimes contained within my mind Ofttimes escaped and ranging free. How it will play itself out None may fortell. I stride forward Yet each step I take is deeply scrutinized Rationalized, hybridized, analyzed 'Till I no longer know whether it was taken Or only dreamt. Hamlet speaks to himself or a ghost While fair Ophelia drowns in her own sorrows Or are they indeed hers alone? The tragedy lies therein For all the world being a play And we but puppets Dancing for some unseen audience's amusement. Crickets in a jar practising cannibalism for survival Death not an end but a constant presence Feeding renewed vitality. It is time to reach up and take hold Pull mightily upon the puppetstrings And sunder that stranglehold they represent. Stand upon each other's shoulders While life yet flows in our collective veins And climb out of the geni's bottle. The world awaits to be discovered anew And in that awakening to be rebuilt. We have that capacity, man To make ourselves the best we can. 12/27/2001 Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 06:47 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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