The writings of Oddpoet

It speaks through this ves­sel
Clear and con­cise
Hands steady
Lips taut
The final seal to be broken

The ner­vous ones
Hover in fear
I feel their con­tained excite­ment
On the back of my neck
As they watch
And wait
For the key to fall
Into their vision…
His­tory
Ham­mer­ing out the foun­da­tion
For which they have always bowed
In worship.

The mis­sion is pre­cise
Free will has been enslaved
One false move
And it all disintegrates

They become the keep­ers
Of the We~
They always were~
They were always aligned
With the place­ment of the clock
Regard­ing the tide upon the shore.

When the sands of time fall into zero grav­ity
We have no time to lose…
Every minute counts
Back­wards unto its death.

This ves­sel will justly spill
Upon the vio­let hori­zon
And the new world
Will awaken
In a star­less night of rebirth…

All will be per­ceived as one.

©Jen2010 7–13

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