ode for the incomplete
Written by: Saedi Oystir Krax'ai
Date: Thursday, October 9th, 2014
Addressed to: Everyone
because they watch it in their minds
they read a truth between the lines
vision led with bend hands and spines
they do not see they are the blind
and when the cycle starts again
adventures on a distant plane
as eager moths into a flame
yet they dont move they are the lame
no need to plot about the loot
the meanings too deep to dispute
but whispers quit on the astute
and they speak not they are the mute
the freedom found in their undress
in the pretend of life's big mess
and play the song on stolen breath
and they dont hear they are the deaf
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Tenebrae, in the year 59 AM.