Seeing the light isn’t what I thought it would be -
but then I’m too old an adage I guess - and view
things a bit different from the darkness we live in
Or maybe that is where the dictum fails; as we’re
quite capable of seeing in their dark, why are we
even a part of that stipulation of a blind bondage
Then the light dawned, - hey, it’s what they make
you believe; there is this ‘unseen’ hegemony who
rule what is the going ‘reality’, and thus you’ll see
According to their fabrication; they’ll claim its the
existential corporeality of a ‘physical quiddity’ we
all live in - like it or lump it - and all in their words
Which is where I demur; & I set about lighting the
light t’ illuminate where these denizens of dictum
hide in full view as the me and you we’ve trusted
And the sight isn’t a sinecure of realisation - they
cluster about fireplaces of industries sanctified in
the ages gone by - & we’ve stayed in their light…
© 3 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
No comments:
Post a Comment