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Saturday, January 3, 2015

A Rorschach of The Collective

The tension is building – Prospero,
But feelings are restrained – Fortunato.
Behind the masonry of these mortals walls
A tempest of emotions rises and soon falls.

Oh the agony! Oh the alchemy!
Chemistry of apathy and poetry;
Equal mixture of pristine mystery,
And measures of perplexing clarity.

Honest fabrications of fictitious history.

The One is the backside of the tarot
Only symmetrical glyphs does it show;
But with a flip, a perspective inverted,
And the nonsensical seen is converted.

When nothing more is concealed,
When the illusion is finally revealed...

The same rhythmic formation of the lexicon,
The same arrangement in the poetic echelon.

...Not as what is seen in each sole occurrence,
But as each own interpretation and souls’ inference.

All art, attractive artifice and elegant duplicity,
No individual perspective, just a collective – we.
Each a pigment in the pixel of humanity,
A mere point in the vast image of eternity.



Composed By: A.D.


(The third stanza (or technically fourth, if we count the single verse) is as intended (that is, it was meant to be grammatically incorrect "nonsensical"). Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy)!

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