208. Anonymity
Buried alive in the greyness of sterility
by the gravedigger and murderer of silence
in that indifference into which you were born
as in a vacuum which always was your own
and followed you on as a persistent fateful foe
of some relentlessness, since he never gave you up
no matter how hard you fought to get out of that grave
of isolation and suffocation due to the lack of spiritual air...
The soul was born free with wings of her own
but was never given any air to spread them out
but rather was shut up in the straight-jacket of ignorance
like in a perpetual thralldom of obligatory indifference
of the society of humdrum prejudice and stifling fatalism
in the stagnation of materialism that gave up to death.
And therefore, my twin soul and sister of destiny,
you are being throttled for your creativity, your only crime,
that separated you from mortal mediocrity, and given that stamp
of doom for prejudiced abnormity and anomality,
declared taboo by that commonness of normality
which can but bore us free and wingéd souls to death.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-19 at 18:33
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