Programmed
The design is inherently flawed. But
then perhaps deliberately so engineered
and inherited through countless generations
of human existence, flaws that no one is
immune to representing as they do within
the overall grand design merely another
element in an elegant network of mechanics
translated through a skeletal armature
of precise method incorporating muscle
tissue, blood, sinew and bone atop which
sits a brain, the control panel for the
appendages and all that comprise the human
and its mind, echoing the being of a soul
entrapped in a living shroud whose entirety
is clearly hugely unsatisfactory, for do not
we all criticize and find fault with our fleshly
trappings? We are to a one and in the aggregate
self-absorbed yet assailed with doubt, curious
and envious of all that we are not and do not
possess. The mirror we are most apt to gaze
upon reflects back to us our imagined fount
of perfection as actors we worship as celebrities
appear as we do not, live as we cannot, love
as we would like to, yet our yearnings are
never satisfied nor satiated. That those we
elevate in high esteem on the pedestal of
celebrity fail in every index of human potential
to grasp the apex of existence humours us
not at all, for they too are inexorably infected
with the very same flaws that disturb our lives
while their performances fail to persuade them
otherwise leading them to envy their audience.
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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