I am an art of human A seed unto the world cast loose Holding what's unfurled Beneath, a lonesome seeker of truth It is undue to suffer Through a seemly, caustic night Unbidden, untoward, unwellitude Unbeing And unbright But in the hull solemnitude Unmeaning And unkind We find ourselves in solitude Inside a well, unlit Untied
MMXVI art being double-meaning for in german Art is type, like species, and has a generally positive connotation in english as comparing oneself to a work of art don't really know how to make it a clear distinction in the poem without making it pedantic and weird but it seems not to fit with the seed metaphor and really i lost the thread at the end there... the ship is in a well? idk it's an old poem i found in my email and i can't pick up where i left off
always compulsively edit your poems before you lose your train of thought, kids, you will not make heads or tails of it later