Sovereignty
lost. The imposition of Imperial Rule.
Our
thoughts/and the thrust/ of our desire
is no
longer our own. Only The Observer remains/
The
Vantage Point. And he/in horror/seeks
to
pluck out his own eyes.
Gods
gone and the loss immeasurable.
So much
of what we assumed was ours alone/
belonged,
in fact, to them/and they have abandoned us/
and
taken it all away. The very bone is cold/frozen
the
marrow/and working outwards. The interior ice
which
numbs the bloody heart. To be
so in
hock/to capricious grace/so beholden
and
dependent/on their favours/that even
the
Soul itself it seems/is but a visitor/and
can
leave/will we still live.
And what
then squats in the ruins
Of this
once great city? Among the
broken pillars
of marble?
In the
pleasure gardens overgrown?
Within the
cobwebbed halls?
Sin
reaps its own reward.
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