Above and below
we were no longer
alone.
This isolation
had harmed us
we were the lords of
creation
ungrateful
subjected by our own sovereignty
to a snippet
conned into conformity
unaware
now that was ended and we
not known what we lost
until it was
gone
same as always
we felt gawky
unweldy
our dignity slowly slipped away
down below and high above
we had the advantage of cunning
yet that was no great comfort
a moment of clarity
where were we but lost?
our spirits hung in oblivion
neither up nor down
nor appeased
nor balanced
nor passive
limbo
in stupor
unstooped
stewards of discontent
alienated
lost
we picked a spot to sulk
it was
a good spot
it was our home
our solace
our respite from the gloom
we reveled
we sang a song:
when the world was young and we were sprite and gay
no worries sat upon our shoulders or spoke of sweet dismay
that was a moment
etched in time
for our wasted
misery
what right had we
over this cursed
dominion?
none that we
could speak of
and none we would
confess to
it was a secret shame
since above and below
we were paid no heed
no
we were
alone.
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