Reason
coerced you
Shaped your
natural contours
To the
perfect order of the incorporate machine
Once you
were too raw for its taste
Now burnt
and seasoned to its liking
And flavored
with legacies of good sense, reborn
Whittling away
your thoughts
In hollow
caves of efficiency
For the
benefit of your good company
Islands of
communist utopia
Where the
drab gray walls
You built
around yourself for security
Defined your
profession
And the fear
of being free
Became greater
than your own
What event
in the spheres
Would shake
your structure
And let your
thoughts
Run the
field of dreams by night
Climbing up
ivy stains on white brick
And reaching
for the slivers of a bloody moon
And a prophecy
It was a
gradual undertaking
As you wrote
your body into the night
In pure
youth
And flittering
trivials of nonsense,
The dialectic
with your old soul
Made strokes
of sense into your movements
An effort of
a wanton passion
To adhere to
a strict pattern
And in good
step it incorporated your freedom
Exploiting the
collective desires of the times
To harness
your will
Into the
capitalist soul of the world
An eclipse
of humanity’s late decision
To embrace
technology
And the
perpetual new experience
Always moving
forward
And now
It offered
to relieve you
Of your
compromised freedom
With an
historical choice
And your
dear Reason was obliged
La petite
mort
The séance of
your errant path
And the au
courant
Jason Greendyk
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