Beyond Straitjackets - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Think! outside in is spelled E.M.I.T.
Inside out finds T.I.M.E. fit
Must to the day the evil thereof be ~
En_graved to T however played wan wit.
To Time what signifies inside or out?
If Time's dimension both can do without ~
Man's signpost vane spins vain, north, south, east west,
Express crow heeds nor stop sign, roundabout.
Thus pride precedes greed's fall, Fate far and wide
Indicts Man's might, plight sets gleams' dreams aside.
Most confidence masks weakness, sorry schemes
Ensue, Time tables turns, spurns deals inside.
Tempus fugit! breath, death share one rhyme,
Implying pure and dissolute in crime
Musty must mingle, moths consumed by fire,
Evicted from life's phantom pantomime.
Life's pattern shifts as time from time's thread stock
mutates or waits on catalyst to key
into, through, metamorphosis to free
free-will from status quo, historic lock,
beyond straitjackets which clear thinking block.
The answer may not individuality
be seen to be, but way we Destiny
engage in path unique as life's short clock
tic tocs from birth to berth, first shock, last dock.
Genes seldom hold choice voice or equity
in fee to Darwin contradictory
dreams, compromise, from each bloom, blow half-cock.
Through open options, opportunity,
Mankind may leapfrog evolution's tree.
Time's breakneck pace hangs helter-skelter. 'Rush!
I must survive! ' kills others in cussed crush,
Merge, surge then splurge, urge on, and then strike-out,
Ephemeral applause drowned. Deafening hush.
To omega from alpha Time's hymn hum
Incorporates strange range, rei[g]ns all that come,
Man's first, last cry, lie dumb, die, destiny recast,
Endlessly seeks equilibrium.
Tomorrow tells who'd dwell on past success
It in itself knells tocsin fell few bless,
Makes fun of humdrum and 'unique', Time's bill
Empties glass, aside casts second guess.
Trust Carpe Diem! rust soon supercedes
Iron bright, steel will soon tarnished, weeds
Muzzle dynastic seeds, reigns' skeins unwind,
Exit pursued by Lethe! game concedes.
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