Marooned in an island of his own creation,
full of machine wonders and prehistoric monsters
never one could dream,
he realizes,
life is what one brings out from
the depth of one's psyche's churning,
yet as much a creation of hands working,
on the potter's wheel that's turning
to create shapes of things we never had foreseen.
But deep down, he is a rage,
a fire threatening to erupt and consume all bastions of waste,
built, around our lives, by thoughtless monsters,
then,
a happy haze prompt him to flower,
a rhapsody, kicks its baby legs inside
a startling beauty begins to emerge.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
Marooned in an island of his own creation,
full of machine wonders and prehistoric monsters
never one could dream,
he realizes,
life is what one brings out from
the depth of one's psyche's churning,
yet as much a creation of hands working,
on the potter's wheel that's turning
to create shapes of things we never had foreseen.
But deep down, he is a rage,
a fire threatening to erupt and consume all bastions of waste,
built, around our lives, by thoughtless monsters,
then,
a happy haze prompt him to flower,
a rhapsody, kicks its baby legs inside
a startling beauty begins to emerge.
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