A Nihilistic Pen
A crude tool,
scraped out of the corpses of the animate.
Smooth frame, end weighted yet a hollow core.
With surgical precision
rugged strokes of intent forms beings abound.
Drowned by the tidal wave of compulsion
and espoused with approximation.
It’s function will be debased,
with the very abstraction its actions were born of
A cruel dichotomy,
to draw meaning out of the abyss
through the pestilence of consensus.
Consensus of experience.
consensus of thought.
Its soulless body
and mechanical appendixes,
violated in the endless war to expand and conquer,
through a medium doomed to homogenize our restless hearts
A corrupted user,
armed with means fashioned to be mightier than the sword,
yet swayed by barren wealth.
The tidal wave has reached the shore,
it does not choke.
This husk will not revive.
Time nor force can resuscitate its comatose form.
A ray of hope.
diffracted and maligned from many lenses past.
Though fashioned from the stars above,
for a purpose buried by the tales of the past,
direction nor commotion is needed in the blur to today.
Allow a thoughtless infancy beget the greatest aberration.
Impiety to the indignation of reality,
rebellion against the circle of life;
the beginning and end.
Defined by rigid criterion,
assessed by ignorant masses;
yet it admires the cyclic path,
experiencing each stroke to its end.
By pushing through and with these mellow walls,
it is truly alive.
Copyright © Nel Hal | Year Posted 2018
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