Thousands of slaves of The Saviour run
bent over to a place to sit, belly to buttock
nose in the back, sections full of light pink
shoulders under the violet
shaved crowns
to open the brain
under sun and moon
to the Great Soul
and to gain self-knowledge
from the mirrors around you
the exchangeable bodies that
under the discipline of loneliness
among silent fellow sufferers
no longer can die
from everyday life's dangers
Everywhere you see yourself
among the hard faces
of armed guards
and you cling to
the changing of the light
the rustle of rain and
scents brought by the wind
"He laughs best who laughs last"
But what kind of laugh is that?
A laugh which is not shared...
Mar 22, 2023
Mar 22, 2023 at 3:25 AM UTC
Thousands of slaves of The Saviour run
bent over to a place to sit, belly to buttock
nose in the back, sections full of light pink
shoulders under the violet
shaved crowns
to open the brain
under sun and moon
to the Great Soul
and to gain self-knowledge
from the mirrors around you
the exchangeable bodies that
under the discipline of loneliness
among silent fellow sufferers
no longer can die
from everyday life's dangers
Everywhere you see yourself
among the hard faces
of armed guards
and you cling to
the changing of the light
the rustle of rain and
scents brought by the wind
"He laughs best who laughs last"
But what kind of laugh is that?
A laugh which is not shared...
