"mesee" poems
About Costumes and Customs
Wear, wear whatever you dare,
Tho, the global locality has no morality...
Animals with human customs,
Humans with animal costumes
Form the world into a modest mode-
In which the smartest ones are silent
While the mass dress in rumbling drunkness,
In happy hues of the humbling violent,
Of the primitive homo-geniuses.
Does ****** equal with the human nature?
Which? Human as savage or creature?
Born or grown?
While sensations design human customs,
Is predestination more than a fake costume?
Does the world hold anything divine?
While we follow an immoral aurora-
Its warming colours in a frozen desert,
That implies no divine unseen scenes?
Questions are colorless, unseen but existing,
Alike to God's infinite fineness-
Probing our customs if they are probed.
Methink costumes as a colorful ocean,
Mesee customs as the change of the world.
We sink in the dying world's dying ocean.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC