protoplasmic and ineffable,
remains when all else is earthbound
wormfood for a Godless world that
rates Self over Other.
It remains limp, lost, lonely,
intractable in concept, yet resolute in defiance
of the inept, the oaf, the Worldly,
and finds solace in the spaces between consciousness,
the space where Understanding lives,
feeding the soul and Higher Self, and it waits.
Effulgent in concepts, Thought and Understanding
stand together, tall and intractable,
in a world where Truth become commodity
and Commodity becomes life
Life will find a way,
It is not After-thought,
It is us.
A little bit of a Growl from me here, as part of the 100 word challenge. I think, I am becoming more intolerant of the seemingly inherent stupidity of the people on this planet. I have been researching Edmund Burke (1729-1797) for this Fictioneer, as this quote, “The true danger is when liberty is nibbled away, for expedients, and by parts … the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” has always been a part of my life since (ahem!) years old, and was a springboard for my poem. Hope you like!