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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Domination of the Continuum of Occultation

With sharp intellect, and the tool, I snuck into the prison;
Finding myself inside, long before any spotlight had risen.
My instrument, broke through the bars of blue and white;
The divinity and wisdom, directed the course of my sight.
Within the many cells, my eyes perceived an occult vision;
Which I now divulge (with most minor revision and excision)…

…An owl sat depressed and alone, in his cell at the local zoo;
Worn from the passage of people coming (into, and) to view.
During the day, in his (many) drifting dreams, he`d be flying away;
Only to open his eyes at night, and find – caged, he still did stay.

That evening the sky above was swimming with strange possibility,
The dark clouds motionlessly spinning in the vast whirl of jet infinity.

When

The clouds shifted, to reveal: tears from the moon, falling in silver rays;
And in the young flying creature`s eyes, each shining drop (still) stays.

Tears of compassion, from Luna, for him – she truly understands;
The loving, lonesome duo seemed connected, by curtained bands.

Sweet Luna, they claim (and explain), her luminosity is not her own;
As if the logic of their discourse, negates the resplendence she has shone.
A celestial poet, appearing ordinary, but such bright movements she writes;
Still, few ever notice the extraordinary compositions, written in the nights.  

Indifference causes her to wane, to hide her face (and melodies), becoming blank.
Her words seem to gain no interest, concealed in (the new phase) an obscure bank.
Yet, after each respite (her dedication waxed), she returns heeding her nature`s call;
Only to be barely noticed and dismissed again – it burns, as her tears softly fall.

She has been trapped high above, in her heavenly captivity;
On this night, sensing one of her terrestrial lover`s exigency.
The need, for at least one moment, to break the monotony;
Both lonely entities desiring attention, affection, and company –
Both trapped in their respective cages – both longing to be free;
Hers – is the passing of the ages, his – are bonds forced by society...

…As I watch the entire scene – unseen, wondering if any see me?

Composed By: A. D.

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