Today, the introspection is done; we are ready to visit the sky
(Blank as the irides of some unlucky children locked inside a cellular castle.
And children with heavy hearts who've failed to emulate the tide).
(It's laudable when we try.
You live on the vista of some fine man.
Who dream-about, impeded -- and regorge,
and regorge (again)
With his bright spirit, carrying himself to his shoulder blades.)
We repose in broad-daylight.
As the sun slumps like a pendant round our gas
And keeps de-light there,
impervious.
--
Ah! It is progress.
Tether your zest in this docking hour;
Give the sceptre to that sturdy marvel.
Once in his life, let him feel the power
(Let him take the succulent flesh to his tum).
(Will this dog even want the elixir of his trivial life the next day
When he figures out about the spacecrafts surrounding him.)
--
Women and men, do not be afraid.
We'll look after your children.
We'll feed them anything.
Just tell them to try better
(And maybe live a little less; or maybe, abide by the rule of the tyrant).
