Those turned-up, star-burned eyes,
those believers -- they mistook
truths for long-told lies,
storied pages for a holy book.
The masses yearning for a place
to fix their roaming gaze
an underworld or starry face,
a theory or a praise.
Like wild beasts who reign themselves,
they tightly bind their minds.
It’s easier to box and shelf
the whims of humankind.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Those turned-up, star-burned eyes,
those believers -- they mistook
truths for long-told lies,
storied pages for a holy book.
The masses yearning for a place
to fix their roaming gaze
an underworld or starry face,
a theory or a praise.
Like wild beasts who reign themselves,
they tightly bind their minds.
It’s easier to box and shelf
the whims of humankind.
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