Inanimate:
Make me an inanimate being
Golem,
Not of clay or stone
For these appear to long for life
Inanimate:
Make me an inanimate being
Golem,
Not of clay or stone
For these appear to long for life
But of the long dead
Who rest and know what it is to be content
Not to feel or want
I know not now or ever peace.
Grant me the sempiternal indifference I seek.
Question:
Conformer.
How do I remind you that there are people unlike you?
Why do you fear yourself and seek the we in I?
Is it not the unknown that we most fear?
Simple creature by reason you know not yourself.
Just another work amongst the wax
Vessel:
Cragged vessel hewn with thought.
Who’s timbers of want are bound by uncertainties.
Motioned by sails of desire.
Bourne adrift on tides of need
Winds speak words
Tears on each waves wake.
Would you not fetch upon the rocks
To easy your load upon the edges
To sail my mind no more
To have this captain rest.
Ode to Self:
Golem of flesh and bone
inanimate thing
Indifferent of self
Content in your wooden world
Little man of binding
Smile for me
It is as hollow as your chambered heart